What else shall I take?
They think I am ill! They don't know that I can walk, ha-ha-ha! I could see by their eyes that they know all about it! If only I could get downstairs! And what if they have set a watch there--policemen! What's this tea?
Ah, and here is beer left, half a bottle, cold!" He snatched up the bottle, which still contained a glassful of beer, and gulped it down with relish, as though quenching a flame in his breast.
But in another minute the beer had gone to his head, and a faint and even pleasant shiver ran down his spine.

He lay down and pulled the quilt over him.

His sick and incoherent thoughts grew more and more disconnected, and soon a light, pleasant drowsiness came upon him.

With a sense of comfort he nestled his head into the pillow, wrapped more closely about him the soft, wadded quilt which had replaced the old, ragged greatcoat, sighed softly and sank into a deep, sound, refreshing sleep.
He woke up, hearing someone come in.

He opened his eyes and saw Razumihin standing in the doorway, uncertain whether to come in or not.