They were both silent.

“Good-bye, Rodion. There was a time, brother, when I... Never mind, good-bye. You see, there was a time... Well, good-bye! I must be off too. I am not going to drink. There’s no need now... That’s all stuff!”

He hurried out; but when he had almost closed the door behind him, he suddenly opened it again, and said, looking away:

“Oh, by the way, do you remember that murder, you know Porfiry’s, that old woman? Do you know the murderer has been found, he has confessed and given the proofs. It’s one of those very workmen, the painter, only fancy! Do you remember I defended them here? Would you believe it, all that scene of fighting and laughing with his companions on the stairs while the porter