"Why, Razumihin told me only yesterday you were unconscious.

How strange! And do you know I've been to see you ?" Raskolnikov knew he would come up to him.

He laid aside the papers and turned to Zametov.

There was a smile on his lips, and a new shade of irritable impatience was apparent in that smile.
"I know you have," he answered.

"I've heard it.