Thiswasagentlemannolongeryoung，ofastiffandportlyappearance，andacautiousandsourcountenance。Hebeganbystoppingshortinthedoorway，staringabouthimwithoffensiveandundisguisedastonishment，asthoughaskinghimselfwhatsortofplacehehadcometo。Mistrustfullyandwithanaffectationofbeingalarmedandalmostaffronted，hescannedRaskolnikov’slowandnarrow“cabin。”WiththesameamazementhestaredatRaskolnikov，wholayundressed，dishevelled，unwashed，onhismiserabledirtysofa，lookingfixedlyathim。Thenwiththesamedeliberationhescrutinisedtheuncouth，unkemptfigureandunshavenfaceofRazumihin，wholookedhimboldlyandinquiringlyinthefacewithoutrisingfromhisseat。Aconstrainedsilencelastedforacoupleofminutes，andthen，asmightbeexpected，somescene-shiftingtookplace。Reflecting，probablyfromcertainfairlyunmistakablesigns，thathewouldgetnothinginthis“cabin”byattemptingtooverawethem，thegentlemansoftenedsomewhat，andcivilly，thoughwithsomeseverity，emphasisingeverysyllableofhisquestion，addressedZossimov:
“RodionRomanovitchRaskolnikov，astudent，orformerlyastudent？”
Zossimovmadeaslightmovement，andwouldhaveanswered，hadnotRazumihinanticipatedhim。
“Hereheislyingonthesofa！Whatdoyouwant？”
Thisfamiliar“whatdoyouwant”seemedtocutthegroundfromthefeetofthepompousgentleman。HewasturningtoRazumihin，butcheckedhimselfintimeandturnedtoZossimovagain。