When Zossimov said "This is Raskolnikov" he jumped up quickly, sat on the sofa and with an almost defiant, but weak and breaking, voice articulated: "Yes, I am Raskolnikov! What do you want ?" The visitor scrutinised him and pronounced impressively: "Pyotr Petrovitch Luzhin.

I believe I have reason to hope that my name is not wholly unknown to you ?" But Raskolnikov, who had expected something quite different, gazed blankly and dreamily at him, making no reply, as though he heard the name of Pyotr Petrovitch for the first time.
"Is it possible that you can up to the present have received no information ?" asked Pyotr Petrovitch, somewhat disconcerted.
In reply Raskolnikov sank languidly back on the pillow, put his hands behind his head and gazed at the ceiling.

A look of dismay came into Luzhin's face.

Zossimov and Razumihin stared at him more inquisitively than ever, and at last he showed unmistakable signs of embarrassment.
"I had presumed and calculated," he faltered, "that a letter posted more than ten days, if not a fortnight ago..." "I say, why are you standing in the doorway ?" Razumihin interrupted suddenly.

"If you've something to say, sit down.