“Ah, I see you think I am in such a condition!” Razumihin broke in upon her thoughts, guessing them, as he strolled along the pavement with huge steps, so that the two ladies could hardly keep up with him, a fact he did not observe, however. “Nonsense! That is⁠ ⁠… I am drunk like a fool, but that’s not it; I am not drunk from wine. It’s seeing you has turned my head⁠ ⁠… But don’t mind me! Don’t take any notice: I am talking nonsense, I am not worthy of you.⁠ ⁠… I am utterly unworthy of you! The minute I’ve taken you home, I’ll pour a couple of pailfuls of water over my head in the gutter here, and then I shall be all right.⁠ ⁠… If only you knew how I love you both! Don’t laugh, and don’t be angry! You may be angry with anyone, but not with me! I am his friend, and therefore I am your friend, too, I want to be⁠ ⁠… I had a presentiment⁠ ⁠… Last year there was a moment⁠ ⁠… though it wasn’t a presentiment really, for you seem to have fallen from heaven. And I expect I shan’t sleep all night⁠ ⁠… Zossimov was afraid a little time ago that he would go mad⁠ ⁠… that’s why he mustn’t be irritated.”

“What do you say?” cried the mother.