“She did!”
“Yes.”
“What did you say to her … I mean, about me?”
“I told her you were a very good, honest, and industrious man. I didn’t tell her you love her, because she knows that herself.”
“She knows that herself?”
“Well, it’s pretty plain. Wherever I might go, whatever happened to me, you would remain to look after them. I, so to speak, give them into your keeping, Razumihin. I say this because I know quite well how you love her, and am convinced of the purity of your heart. I know that she too may love you and perhaps does love you already. Now decide for yourself, as you know best, whether you need go in for a drinking bout or not.”
“Rodya! You see … well. … Ach, damn it! But where do you mean to go? Of course, if it’s all a secret, never mind. … But I … I shall find out the secret … and I am sure that it must be some ridiculous nonsense and that you’ve made it all up. Anyway you are a capital fellow, a capital fellow! …”
“That was just what I wanted to add, only you interrupted, that that was a very good decision of yours not to find out these secrets.
Leave it to time, don’t worry about it. You’ll know it all in time when it must be.
Yesterday a man said to me that what a man needs is fresh air, fresh air, fresh air. I mean to go to him directly to find out what he meant by that.”