"No, I am not reading about the fires," he went on, winking at Zametov.

"But confess now, my dear fellow, you're awfully anxious to know what I am reading about ?" "I am not in the least.

Mayn't I ask a question?
Why do you keep on... ?" "Listen, you are a man of culture and education ?" "I was in the sixth class at the gymnasium," said Zametov with some dignity.
"Sixth class! Ah, my cock-sparrow! With your parting and your rings--you are a gentleman of fortune.

Foo! what a charming boy!" Here Raskolnikov broke into a nervous laugh right in Zametov's face.

The latter drew back, more amazed than offended.
"Foo! how strange you are!" Zametov repeated very seriously.