I don't care! Good-bye!" "What do you mean?
I am coming with you, we'll come in together!" "I know we are going in together, but I want to shake hands here and say good-bye to you here.

So give me your hand, good-bye!" "What's the matter with you, Rodya ?" "Nothing...

come along...

you shall be witness." They began mounting the stairs, and the idea struck Razumihin that perhaps Zossimov might be right after all.

"Ah, I've upset him with my chatter!" he muttered to himself.
When they reached the door they heard voices in the room.
"What is it ?" cried Razumihin.