, when the idea struck me that this was a ghost and not Rogojin at all, I was not in the least alarmed. Nay⁠—the thought actually irritated me. Strangely enough, the decision of the question as to whether this were a ghost or Rogojin did not, for some reason or other, interest me nearly so much as it ought to have done;⁠—I think I began to muse about something altogether different. For instance, I began to wonder why Rogojin, who had been in dressing-gown and slippers when I saw him at home, had now put on a dress-coat and white waistcoat and tie? I also thought to myself, I remember⁠—‘if this is a ghost, and I am not afraid of it, why don’t I approach it and verify my suspicions? Perhaps I

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