had passed, he still expected that she would marry him. Mitya slammed the door after
“Lock it,” said Kalganov. But the key clicked on the other side, they had locked it from within.
“That’s capital!” exclaimed Grushenka relentlessly. “Serve them right!”
VIII
Delirium
What followed was almost an orgy, a feast to which all were welcome. Grushenka was the first to call for wine.
“I want to drink. I want to be quite drunk, as we were before. Do you remember, Mitya, do you remember how we made friends here last time!”
Mitya himself was almost delirious, feeling that his happiness was at hand. But Grushenka was continually sending him away from her.
“Go and enjoy yourself. Tell them to dance, to make merry, ‘let the stove and cottage dance’; as we had it last time,” she kept exclaiming. She was