11. CHAPTER XI.
AN hour later he was in St. Petersburg, and by ten o'clock he had
rung the bell at Rogojin's.
He had gone to the front door, and was kept waiting a long while
before anyone came. At last the door of old Mrs. Rogojin's flat
was opened, and an aged servant appeared.
"Parfen Semionovitch is not at home," she announced from the
doorway. "Whom do you want?"
"He is not in."
The old woman examined the prince from head to foot with great
"At all events tell me whether he slept at home last night, and
whether he came alone?"
The old woman continued to stare at him, but said nothing.
"Was not Nastasia Philipovna here with him, yesterday evening?"
"And, pray, who are you yourself?"
"Prince Lef Nicolaievitch Muishkin; he knows me well."
"He is not at home."
The woman lowered her eyes.
"And Nastasia Philipovna?"
"I know nothing about it."
"Stop a minute! When will he come back?"
"I don't know that either."
The door was shut with these words, and the old woman
disappeared. The prince decided to come back within an
hour. Passing out of the house, he met the porter.
"Is Parfen Semionovitch at home?" he asked.