“My landlady’s clock has just struck... I heard it myself...”

“I’ve come to you for the last time,” Raskolnikov went on gloomily, although this was the first time. “I may perhaps not see you again...”

“Are you... going away?”

“I don’t know... to-morrow...”

“Then you are not coming to Katerina Ivanovna to-morrow?” Sonia’s voice shook.

“I don’t know. I shall know to-morrow morning... Never mind that: I’ve come to say one word...”

He raised his brooding eyes to her and suddenly noticed that he was sitting down while she was all the while standing before him.