Bring soup and give us some tea." "Very well." Raskolnikov looked at all this with profound astonishment and a dull, unreasoning terror.

He made up his mind to keep quiet and see what would happen.

"I believe I am not wandering.

I believe it's reality," he thought.
In a couple of minutes Nastasya returned with the soup, and announced that the tea would be ready directly.

With the soup she brought two spoons, two plates, salt, pepper, mustard for the beef, and so on.