“Why didn’t you ask? What a pity! I’ll find out, though.”

“Did you see him?” asked Raskolnikov after a pause.

“Yes, I noticed him, I noticed him well.”

“You did really see him? You saw him clearly?” Raskolnikov insisted.

“Yes, I remember him perfectly, I should know him in a thousand; I have a good memory for faces.”

They were silent again.

“Hm!⁠ ⁠… that’s all right,” muttered Raskolnikov. “Do you know, I fancied⁠ ⁠… I keep thinking that it may have been an hallucination.”

“What do you mean? I don’t understand you.”