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`What do you mean! Are you crazy?' Dolly cried in horror. `Nonsense, Kostia, only think!' she said, laughing. `You can go now to Fanny,' she said to Masha. `No, if you wish it, I'll speak to Stiva. He'll take him away. He can say you're expecting visitors. Altogether he doesn't fit into the house.' .cartier love bracelet replica.

`No, no, I'll do it myself.'

`But you'll quarrel with him?'

`Not a bit. I shall so enjoy it,' Levin said, his eyes flashing with real enjoyment. `Come, forgive her, Dolly, she won't do it again,' he said of the little sinner, who had not gone to Fanny, but was standing irresolutely before her mother, waiting and looking up from under her brows to catch her mother's eye.

The mother glanced at her. The child broke into sobs, hid her face on her mother's lap, and Dolly laid her thin, tender hand on her head.

`And what is there in common between us and him?' thought Levin, and he went off to look for Veslovsky.

As he passed through the hall he gave orders for the carriage to be got ready to drive to the station.

`The spring was broken yesterday,' said the footman.

`Well, the tarantass then, and make haste. Where's the visitor?'

`The gentleman's gone to his room.'

Levin came upon Vassenka at the moment when the latter, having unpacked his things from his trunk, and laid out some new songs, was putting on his leather gaiters to go out riding.

Whether there was something exceptional in Levin's face, or that Vassenka was himself conscious that le petit brin de cour he was making was out of place in this family; he was somewhat (as much as a young man in society can be) disconcerted at Levin's entrance.

`You ride in gaiters?'

`Yes, it's much cleaner,' said Vassenka, putting his fat leg on a chair, fastening the bottom hook, and smiling with simplehearted good humor.

He was undoubtedly a good-natured fellow, and Levin felt sorry for him and ashamed of himself, as his host, when he saw the shy look on Vassenka's face.

On the table lay a piece of stick which they had broken together that morning at gymnastics, trying to raise up the swollen bars. Levin took the fragment in his hands and began breaking off the split end of the stick, not knowing how to begin.

`I wanted...' He paused, but suddenly, remembering Kitty and everything that had happened, he said, looking him resolutely in the face: `I have ordered the horses to be put to for you.'

`How so?' Vassenka began in surprise. `To drive where?'

`For you to drive to the station,' Levin said gloomily pinching off the end of the stick.

`Are you going away, or has something happened?'

`It happens that I expect visitors,' said Levin, his strong fingers more and more rapidly breaking off the ends of the split stick. `And I'm not expecting visitors, and nothing has happened, but I beg you to go away. You can explain my rudeness as you like.'

Vassenka drew himself up.

`I beg you to explain...' he said with dignity, understanding at last.

`I can't explain,' Levin said softly and deliberately, trying to control the trembling of his jaw; `and you'd better not ask.'

And as the split ends were all broken off, Levin clutched the thick ends in his finger, split the stick in two, and carefully caught the end as it fell.

Probably the sight of those tense hands, of the same muscles he had proved that morning at gymnastics, of the glittering eyes, the soft voice, and quivering jaws, convinced Vassenka better than any words. He bowed, shrugging his shoulders, and smiling contemptuously.

`May I not see Oblonsky?'

The shrug and the smile did not irritate Levin. `What else was there for him to do?' he thought.

`I'll send him to you at once.'

`What madness is this?' Stepan Arkadyevich said when, after hearing from his friend that he was being turned out of the house, he found Levin in the garden, where he was walking about waiting for his guest's departure. `Mais c'est ridicule! What flea has bitten you? Mais c'est du dernier ridicule! What did you think, if a young man...'

But the place where Levin had been bitten was evidently still sore, for he turned pale again, when Stepan Arkadyevich would have enlarged on the reason, and he himself cut him short.

`Please don't go into it! I can't help it. I feel ashamed of the way I'm treating you and him. But it won't be, I imagine, a great grief to him to go, and his presence was distasteful to me and to my wife.'

`But it's insulting to him! Et puis c'est ridicule.'

`And to me it's both insulting and distressing! And I'm not in fault in any way, and there's no need for me to suffer.'

Levin turned quickly, and walked away from him into the depths of the avenue, and he went on walking up and down alone. Soon he heard the rumble of the tarantass, and saw from behind the trees how Vassenka, sitting in the hay (unluckily there was no seat in the tarantass) in his Scotch cap, was driven along the avenue, jolting up and down over the ruts.

`What's this?' Levin thought, when a footman ran out of the house and stopped the tarantass. It was the mechanician, whom Levin had totally forgotten. The mechanician, bowing low, said something to Veslovsky, then clambered into the tarantass and they drove off together.

Stepan Arkadyevich and the Princess were much upset by Levin's action. And he himself felt not only in the highest degree ridicule, but also utterly guilty and disgraced. But remembering what sufferings he and his wife had been through, when he asked himself how he should act another time, he answered that he would do precisely the same.

In spite of all this, toward the end of that day, everyone, except the Princess, who could not pardon Levin's action, became extraordinarily lively and good-humored, like children after a punishment, or grown-up people after a dreary, ceremonious reception, so that by the evening Vassenka's dismissal was spoken of, in the absence of the Princess, as though it were some remote event. And Dolly, who had inherited her father's gift of humorous storytelling, made Varenka helpless with laughter as she related for the third and fourth time, always with fresh humorous additions, how she had just put on her new ribands for the benefit of the visitor, and, on going into the drawing room, had suddenly heard the rumble of the chariot. And who should be in the chariot but Vassenka himself, with his Scotch cap, and his songs, and his gaiters, and all, sitting in the hay.

`If only you'd ordered out the carriage! But no! And then I hear: ``Stop!' Oh, I thought they've relented. I look out - and a fat German is being sat down by him, and they're driving away... And my new ribands all for nothing!...'

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