“You keep lying,” he said. “You know perfectly well that the best policy for the criminal is to tell the truth as nearly as possible⁠ ⁠… to conceal as little as possible. I don’t believe you!”

“What a wily person you are!” Porfiry tittered, “there’s no catching you; you’ve a perfect monomania. So you don’t believe me? But still you do believe me, you believe a quarter; I’ll soon make you believe the whole, because I have a sincere liking for you and genuinely wish you good.”

Raskolnikov’s lips trembled.

“Yes, I do,” went on Porfiry, touching Raskolnikov’s arm genially, “you must take care of your illness. Besides, your mother and sister are here now; you must think of them. You must soothe and comfort them and you do nothing but frighten them⁠ ⁠…”

“What has that to do with you? How do you know it? What concern is it of yours? You are keeping watch on me and want to let me know it?”