She was trying to comfort him, whispering something to him, and doing all she could to keep him from whimpering again.

At the same time her large dark eyes, which looked larger still from the thinness of her frightened face, were watching her mother with alarm.

Marmeladov did not enter the door, but dropped on his knees in the very doorway, pushing Raskolnikov in front of him.

The woman seeing a stranger stopped indifferently facing him, coming to herself for a moment and apparently wondering what he had come for.

But evidently she decided that he was going into the next room, as he had to pass through hers to get there.