PART 1
Chapter 5
 (continued)
Stepan Arkadyevitch was standing at the top of the stairs.  His
 good-naturedly beaming face above the embroidered collar of his
 uniform beamed more than ever when he recognized the man coming
 up. 
"Why, it's actually you, Levin, at last!" he said with a friendly
 mocking smile, scanning Levin as he approached.  "How is it you
 have deigned to look me up in this den?" said Stepan
 Arkadyevitch, and not content with shaking hands, he kissed his
 friend.  "Have you been here long?" 
"I have just come, and very much wanted to see you," said Levin,
 looking shyly and at the same time angry and uneasily around. 
"Well, let's go into my room," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, who knew
 his friend's sensitive and irritable shyness, and, taking his
 arm, he drew him along, as though guiding him through dangers. 
Stepan Arkadyevitch was on familiar terms with almost all his
 acquaintances, and called almost all of them by their Christian
 names: old men of sixty, boys of twenty, actors, ministers,
 merchants, and adjutant-generals, so that many of his intimate
 chums were to be found at the extreme ends of the social ladder,
 and would have been very much surprised to learn that they had,
 through the medium of Oblonsky, something in common.  He was the
 familiar friend of everyone with whom he took a glass of
 champagne, and he took a glass of champagne with everyone, and
 when in consequence he met any of his disreputable chums, as he
 used in joke to call many of his friends, in the presence of his
 subordinates, he well knew how, with his characteristic tact, to
 diminish the disagreeable impression made on them.  Levin was
 not a disreputable chum, but Oblonsky, with his ready tact, felt
 that Levin fancied he might not care to show his intimacy with
 him before his subordinates, and so he made haste to take him off
 into his room. 
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