Dounia looked at her brother with incredulous wonder.

　　"Hurrah!" cried Razumihin. "Now, stay, there's a flat here in thishouse, belonging to the same owner. It's a special flat apart, notcommunicating with these lodgings. It's furnished, rent moderate,three rooms. Suppose you take them to begin with. I'll pawn your watchto-morrow and bring you the money, and everything can be arrangedthen. You can all three live together, and Rodya will be with you. Butwhere are you off to, Rodya?"

　　"What, Rodya, you are going already?" Pulcheria Alexandrovna askedin dismay.

　　"At such a minute?" cried Razumihin.

　　Dounia looked at her brother with incredulous wonder. He held hiscap in his hand, he was preparing to leave them.

　　"One would think you were burying me or saying good-bye for ever,"he said somewhat oddly. He attempted to smile, but it did not turn outa smile. "But who knows, perhaps it is the last time we shall see eachother..." he let slip accidentally. It was what he was thinking, andit somehow was uttered aloud.

　　"What is the matter with you?" cried his mother.

　　"Where are you going, Rodya?" asked Dounia rather strangely.

　　"Oh, I'm quite obliged to..." he answered vaguely, as thoughhesitating what he would say. But there was a look of sharpdetermination in his white face.

　　"I meant to say... as I was coming here... I meant to tell you,mother, and you, Dounia, that it would be better for us to part fora time. I feel ill, I am not at peace.... I will come afterwards, Iwill come of myself... when it's possible, I remember you and loveyou.... Leave me, leave me alone. I decided this even before... I'mabsolutely resolved on it. Whatever may come to me, whether I cometo ruin or not, I want to be alone. Forget me altogether, it's better.Don't inquire about me. When I can, I'll come of myself or... I'llsend for you. Perhaps it will all come back, but now if you love me,give me up... else I shall begin to hate you, I feel it.... Good-bye!"

　　"Good God!" cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna. Both his mother and hissister were terribly alarmed. Razumihin was also.

　　"Rodya, Rodya, be reconciled with us! Let us be as before!" criedhis poor mother.

　　He turned slowly to the door and slowly went out of the room. Douniaovertook him.

　　"Brother, what are you doing to mother?" she whispered, her eyesflashing with indignation.