“Was it you I did not recognise when I was delirious?” Raskolnikov asked, after a moment’s pause without turning his head.

“Yes, and you flew into a rage about it, especially when I brought Zametov one day.”

“Zametov? The head clerk? What for?” Raskolnikov turned round quickly and fixed his eyes on Razumihin.

“What’s the matter with you?⁠ ⁠… What are you upset about? He wanted to make your acquaintance because I talked to him a lot about you.⁠ ⁠… How could I have found out so much except from him? He is a capital fellow, brother, first-rate⁠ ⁠… in his own way, of course. Now we are friends⁠—see each other almost every day. I have moved into this part, you know. I have only just moved. I’ve been with him to Luise Ivanovna once or twice.⁠ ⁠… Do you remember Luise, Luise Ivanovna?”

“Did I say anything in delirium?”

“I should think so! You were beside yourself.”