CHAPTER6SMERDYAKOV
-roominthehouse, thetablewaslaidasusualinthedrawing-room, whichwasthelargestroom, , upholsteredinold, red, , , coveredwithwhitepaper, whichwastorninmanyplaces, therehungtwolargeportraits—oneofsomeprincewhohadbeengovernorofthedistrictthirtyyearsbefore, andtheotherofsomebishop, , beforewhichalampwaslightedatnightfall..., atthreeorfouro'clockinthemorning, andwouldwanderabouttheroomatnightorsitinanarm-chair, , sendinghisservantstothelodge; butusuallySmerdyakovremained, sleepingonabenchinthehall.
WhenAlyoshacamein, dinnerwasover, , , GrigoryandSmerdyakov, , Alyoshaheardtheshrilllaughheknewsowell, andcouldtellfromthesoundofitthathisfatherhadonlyreachedthegood-humoredstage, andwasfarfrombeingcompletelydrunk.
"Hereheis! Hereheis!" yelledFyodorPavlovitch, highlydelightedatseeingAlyosha.", butit''tofferyoubrandy, you'? No; I', gotothecupboard, !"
Alyoshabeganrefusingtheliqueur.
"'thaveit, wewill," saidFyodorPavlovitch, beaming."Butstay—haveyoudined?"
"Yes," answeredAlyosha, whohadintruthonlyeatenapieceofbreadanddrunkaglassofkvasintheFatherSuperior'skitchen."ThoughIshouldbepleasedtohavesomehotcoffee."
"Bravo, mydarling! He'? No, it''scapitalcoffee: Smerdyakov''sanartistatcoffeeandatfishpatties, andatfishsoup, ....But, stay; didn'tItellyouthismorningtocomehomewithyourmattressandpillowandall? Haveyoubroughtyourmattress? Hehehe!" "No, Ihaven't," saidAlyosha, smiling, too.

