“Not for anything till you let me kiss your hands! That’s it! Enough! I get up and we’ll go on! I am a luckless fool, I am unworthy of you and drunk⁠ ⁠… and I am ashamed.⁠ ⁠… I am not worthy to love you, but to do homage to you is the duty of every man who is not a perfect beast! And I’ve done homage.⁠ ⁠… Here are your lodgings, and for that alone Rodya was right in driving your Pyotr Petrovitch away.⁠ ⁠… How dare he! how dare he put you in such lodgings! It’s a scandal! Do you know the sort of people they take in here? And you his betrothed! You are his betrothed? Yes? Well, then, I’ll tell you, your fiancé is a scoundrel.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Razumihin, you are forgetting⁠ ⁠…” Pulcheria Alexandrovna was beginning.