And I will tell Pashenka what is wanted myself.

Good-bye!" "He calls her Pashenka! Ah, he's a deep one!" said Nastasya as he went out; then she opened the door and stood listening, but could not resist running downstairs after him.

She was very eager to hear what he would say to the landlady.

She was evidently quite fascinated by Razumihin.
No sooner had she left the room than the sick man flung off the bedclothes and leapt out of bed like a madman.

With burning, twitching impatience he had waited for them to be gone so that he might set to work.