He went out. Sonia gazed at him as at a madman. But she herself was like one insane and felt it. Her head was going round.

“Good heavens, how does he know who killed Lizaveta? What did those words mean? It’s awful!” But at the same time the idea did not enter her head, not for a moment! “Oh, he must be terribly unhappy!⁠ ⁠… He has abandoned his mother and sister.⁠ ⁠… What for? What has happened? And what had he in his mind? What did he say to her? He had kissed her foot and said⁠ ⁠… said (yes, he had said it clearly) that he could not live without her.⁠ ⁠… Oh, merciful heavens!”

Sonia spent the whole night feverish and delirious. She jumped up from time to time, wept and wrung her hands, then sank again into feverish sleep and dreamt of Polenka, Katerina Ivanovna and Lizaveta, of reading the gospel and him⁠ ⁠… him with pale face, with burning eyes⁠ ⁠… kissing her feet, weeping.