A man offered five hundred roubles for it last week.”
“Yes — that’s a copy of a Holbein,” said the prince, looking at it again, “and a good copy, too, so far as I am able to judge. I saw the picture abroad, and could not forget it — what’s the matter?”
Rogojin had dropped the subject of the picture and walked on. Of course his strange frame of mind was sufficient to account for his conduct; but, still, it seemed queer to the prince that he should so abruptly drop a conversation commenced by himself.
Rogojin did not take any notice of his question.
“Lef Nicolaievitch,” said Rogojin, after a pause, during which the two walked