silently took his hand and held it in his own, as he examined the prince’s features as though searching for familiar traits therein.
“‘Tis he, ‘tis he!” he said at last, quietly, but with much solemnity. “As though he were alive once more. I heard the familiar name — the dear familiar name — and, oh! how it reminded me of the irrevocable past — Prince Muishkin, I believe?”
“General Ivolgin — retired and unfortunate. May I ask your Christian and generic names?”
“So, so — the son of my old, I may say my