“I could not, of course, find out so much about it, for I am a stranger in Petersburg myself,” Pyotr Petrovitch replied huffily. “However, the two rooms are exceedingly clean, and as it is for so short a time⁠ ⁠… I have already taken a permanent, that is, our future flat,” he said, addressing Raskolnikov, “and I am having it done up. And meanwhile I am myself cramped for room in a lodging with my friend Andrey Semyonovitch Lebeziatnikov, in the flat of Madame Lippevechsel; it was he who told me of Bakaleyev’s house, too⁠ ⁠…”

“Lebeziatnikov?” said Raskolnikov slowly, as if recalling something.

“Yes, Andrey Semyonovitch Lebeziatnikov, a clerk in the Ministry. Do you know him?”

“Yes⁠ ⁠… no,” Raskolnikov answered.

“Excuse me, I fancied so from your inquiry. I was once his guardian.⁠ ⁠… A very nice young man and advanced. I like to meet young people: one learns new things from them.” Luzhin looked round hopefully at them all.