in short, I will come again, I will be sure to come again...

I shall, perhaps, come again to-morrow....
Good-bye!" And he went quickly out of the room, squeezing his way through the crowd to the stairs.

But in the crowd he suddenly jostled against Nikodim Fomitch, who had heard of the accident and had come to give instructions in person.

They had not met since the scene at the police station, but Nikodim Fomitch knew him instantly.
"Ah, is that you ?" he asked him.
"He's dead," answered Raskolnikov.

"The doctor and the priest have been, all as it should have been.