A strange idea was pecking at his brain like a chicken in the egg, and very, very much absorbed him.
Almost beside him at the next table there was sitting a student, whom he did not know and had never seen, and with him a young officer.

They had played a game of billiards and began drinking tea.

All at once he heard the student mention to the officer the pawnbroker Alyona Ivanovna and give him her address.

This of itself seemed strange to Raskolnikov; he had just come from her and here at once he heard her name.

Of course it was a chance, but he could not shake off a very extraordinary impression, and here someone seemed to be speaking expressly for him; the student began telling his friend various details about Alyona Ivanovna.
"She is first-rate," he said.