old woman.” Perhaps he was in too great a hurry with his conclusions, but he did not think of that.
“But I did ask her to remember ‘Thy servant Rodion’ in her prayers,” the idea struck him.
“Well, that was … in case of emergency,” he added and laughed himself at his boyish sally. He was in the best of spirits.
He easily found Razumihin; the new lodger was already known at Potchinkov’s and the porter at once showed him the way. Halfway upstairs he could hear the noise and animated conversation of a big gathering of people. The door was wide open on the stairs; he could hear exclamations and discussion. Razumihin’s room was fairly large; the company consisted of fifteen people. Raskolnikov stopped in the entry, where two of the landlady’s servants were busy behind a screen with two samovars, bottles, plates and dishes