Nastasya and you are so crowded.

Nastasya, make room.

Here's a chair, thread your way in!" He moved his chair back from the table, made a little space between the table and his knees, and waited in a rather cramped position for the visitor to "thread his way in." The minute was so chosen that it was impossible to refuse, and the visitor squeezed his way through, hurrying and stumbling.

Reaching the chair, he sat down, looking suspiciously at Razumihin.
"No need to be nervous," the latter blurted out.

"Rodya has been ill for the last five days and delirious for three, but now he is recovering and has got an appetite.