And he sank down on the bench exhausted, and helpless, looking at no one, apparently oblivious of his surroundings and plunged in deep thought.
His words had created a certain impression; there was a moment of silence; but soon laughter and oaths were heard again.
“That’s his notion!”
“Talked himself silly!”
“A fine clerk he is!”
And so on, and so on.
“Let us go, sir,” said Marmeladov all at once, raising his head and addressing Raskolnikov—“come along with me … Kozel’s house, looking into the yard. I’m going to Katerina Ivanovna—time I did.”
Raskolnikov had for some time been wanting to go and he had meant to help him. Marmeladov was much unsteadier on his legs than in his speech and leaned heavily on the young man.
They had two or three hundred paces to go. The drunken man was more and more overcome by dismay and confusion as they drew nearer the house.