enthusiasm as an honour — and we are still friendly... If you like, we’ll go and see them, only not just now.”

“Stop! Enough of your vile, nasty anecdotes, depraved vile, sensual man!”

“Schiller, you are a regular Schiller! O la vertu va-t-elle se nicher? But you know I shall tell you these things on purpose, for the pleasure of hearing your outcries!”

“I dare say. I can see I am ridiculous myself,” muttered Raskolnikov angrily.

Svidriga�lov laughed heartily; finally he called Philip, paid his bill, and began getting up.

“I say, but I am drunk, assez caus�,” he said. “It’s been a pleasure.”