Chapter 11

           AnhourlaterhewasinSt.Petersburg,andbyteno’clockhehadrungthebellatRogojin’s.

           Hehadgonetothefrontdoor,andwaskeptwaitingalongwhilebeforeanyonecame.AtlastthedoorofoldMrs.Rogojin’sflatwasopened,andanagedservantappeared.

           “ParfenSemionovitchisnotathome,”sheannouncedfromthedoorway.“Whomdoyouwant?”

           “ParfenSemionovitch.”

           “Heisnotin.”

           Theoldwomanexaminedtheprincefromheadtofootwithgreatcuriosity.

           “Atalleventstellmewhetherhesleptathomelastnight,andwhetherhecamealone?”

           Theoldwomancontinuedtostareathim,butsaidnothing.

           “WasnotNastasiaPhilipovnaherewithhim,yesterdayevening?”

           “And,pray,whoareyouyourself?”

           “PrinceLefNicolaievitchMuishkin;heknowsmewell.”

           “Heisnotathome.”

           Thewomanloweredhereyes.

           “AndNastasiaPhilipovna?”

           “Iknownothingaboutit.”

           “Stopaminute!Whenwillhecomeback?”

           “Idon’tknowthateither.”

           Thedoorwasshutwiththesewords,andtheoldwomandisappeared.Theprincedecidedtocomebackwithinanhour.Passingoutofthehouse,hemettheporter.

           “IsParfenSemionovitchathome?”heasked.

           “Yes.