I never can make head or tail of it.

Now they are all astir again as they were five years ago.

To whom could I give information, indeed?
'Haven't I written to anyone in my foolishness ?' H'm! So then I might write as though through foolishness?
Isn't he giving me a hint?
'You're going to Petersburg on purpose.' The sly rogue.

I've scarcely dreamed of it, and he guesses my dreams.

As though he were putting me up to going himself.
It's one or the other of two games he's up to.