(The lady in mourning had left the office.) "What was going on at your house last night?
Eh! A disgrace again, you're a scandal to the whole street.
Fighting and drinking again.

Do you want the house of correction?
Why, I have warned you ten times over that I would not let you off the eleventh! And here you are again, again, you...

you...!" The paper fell out of Raskolnikov's hands, and he looked wildly at the smart lady who was so unceremoniously treated.

But he soon saw what it meant, and at once began to find positive amusement in the scandal.

He listened with pleasure, so that he longed to laugh and laugh...