Why are you standing?

　　"I am late.... eleven, isn't it?" he asked, still not lifting hiseyes.

　　"Yes," muttered Sonia, "oh, yes, it is," she added, hastily, asthough in that lay her means of escape. "My landlady's clock hasjust struck... I heard it myself...."

　　"I've come to you for the last time," Raskolnikov went ongloomily, although this was the first time. "I may perhaps not see youagain..."

　　"Are you... going away?"

　　"I don't know... to-morrow...."

　　"Then you are not coming to Katerina Ivanovna to-morrow?" Sonia'svoice 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 hewas sitting down while she was all the while standing before him.

　　"Why are you standing? Sit down," he said in a changed voice, gentleand friendly.

　　She sat down. He looked kindly and almost compassionately at her.

　　"How thin you are! What a hand! Quite transparent, like a deadhand."

　　He took her hand. Sonia smiled faintly.

　　"I have always been like that," she said.

　　"Even when you lived at home?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Of course, you were," he added abruptly and the expression of hisface and the sound of his voice changed again suddenly.

　　He looked round him once more.

　　"You rent this room from the Kapernaumovs?"

　　"Yes...."

　　"They live there, through that door?"

　　"Yes.... They have another room like this."

　　"All in one room?"

　　"Yes."

　　"I should be afraid in your room at night," he observed gloomily.