Loúhnof drew two candles nearer to himself, took out a large brown pocketbook full of paper money, and slowly, as if performing some rite, opened it on the table, drew forth two hundred-rouble notes and put them under the cards.
“Two hundred for the bank, the same as yesterday,” said he, arranging his spectacles and opening a pack of cards.
“Very well,” said Ilyín, continuing his conversation with Toúrbin without looking at Loúhnof.