“Money? What money?” thought Raskolnikov, “but... then... it’s certainly not that.”
And he trembled with joy. He felt sudden intense indescribable relief. A load was lifted from his back.
“And pray, what time were you directed to appear, sir?” shouted the assistant superintendent, seeming for some unknown reason more and more aggrieved. “You are told to come at nine, and now it’s twelve!”
“The notice was only brought me a quarter of an hour ago,” Raskolnikov answered loudly over his shoulder. To his own surprise he, too, grew suddenly angry and found a certain pleasure in it. “And it’s enough that I have come here ill with fever.”