nay the thought actually irritated me. strangely enough, the decision of the question as to whether this were a ghost or rogojin did not, for some reason or other, interest me nearly so much as it ought to have done; i think i began to muse about something altogether different. for instance, i began to wonder why rogojin, who had been in dressing-gown and slippers when i saw him at home, had now put on a dress-coat and white waistcoat and tie? i also thought to myself, i remember ‘if this is a ghost, and i am not afraid of it, why don’t i approach it and verify my suspicions? perhaps i am afraid ’ and no sooner did this last idea enter my head than an icy blast blew over me; i felt a chill down my backbone and my knees shook.