And yet on the further side of the boulevard, about fifteen paces away, a gentleman was standing on the edge of the pavement.

He, too, would apparently have liked to approach the girl with some object of his own.

He, too, had probably seen her in the distance and had followed her, but found Raskolnikov in his way.

He looked angrily at him, though he tried to escape his notice, and stood impatiently biding his time, till the unwelcome man in rags should have moved away.

His intentions were unmistakable.