Zossimov pounced upon Raskolnikov almost greedily; he showed a special interest in him; soon his face brightened.

“You must go to bed at once,” he pronounced, examining the patient as far as he could, “and take something for the night. Will you take it? I got it ready some time ago... a powder.”

“Two, if you like,” answered Raskolnikov. The powder was taken at once.

“It’s a good thing you are taking him home,” observed Zossimov to Razumihin — ”we shall see how he is to-morrow, to-day he’s not at all amiss — a considerable change since the afternoon. Live and learn...”

“Do you know what Zossimov whispered to me when we were coming out?”