But I thrust thirty-five roubles" (he suddenly dropped his voice, looking towards the door by which Nastasya had gone out) "in a slit in my waistcoat pocket, here, feel....

I believe they won't take the waistcoat off, and left seven roubles in my purse to keep up appearances, as though that were all I have.

You see, it's in small change and the coppers are on the table, so they won't guess that I've hidden the money, but will suppose that that's all.

For God knows where I may have to sleep to-night!" I bowed my head before such madness.

It was obvious that a man could not be arrested and searched in the way he was describing, and he must have mixed things up.