“Do tell me, please, what you or he”⁠—Zossimov nodded at Raskolnikov⁠—“can have in common with this Zametov?”

“Oh, you particular gentleman! Principles! You are worked by principles, as it were by springs; you won’t venture to turn round on your own account. If a man is a nice fellow, that’s the only principle I go upon. Zametov is a delightful person.”

“Though he does take bribes.”

“Well, he does! and what of it? I don’t care if he does take bribes,” Razumihin cried with unnatural irritability. “I don’t praise him for taking bribes. I only say he is a nice man in his own way! But if one looks at men in all ways⁠—are there many good ones left? Why, I am sure I shouldn’t be worth a baked onion myself⁠ ⁠… perhaps with you thrown in.”

“That’s too little; I’d give two for you.”