“No, Rodya, but he knows already of our arrival. We have heard, Rodya, that Pyotr Petrovitch was so kind as to visit you today,” Pulcheria Alexandrovna added somewhat timidly.

“Yes⁠ ⁠… he was so kind⁠ ⁠… Dounia, I promised Luzhin I’d throw him downstairs and told him to go to hell.⁠ ⁠…”

“Rodya, what are you saying! Surely, you don’t mean to tell us⁠ ⁠…” Pulcheria Alexandrovna began in alarm, but she stopped, looking at Dounia.

Avdotya Romanovna was looking attentively at her brother, waiting for what would come next. Both of them had heard of the quarrel from Nastasya, so far as she had succeeded in understanding and reporting it, and were in painful perplexity and suspense.

“Dounia,” Raskolnikov continued with an effort, “I don’t want that marriage, so at the first opportunity tomorrow you must refuse Luzhin, so that we may never hear his name again.”