| PART 4
Chapter 5
 (continued)"Coming immediately," said the clerk; and two minutes later there
 did actually appear in the doorway the large figure of an old
 solicitor who had been consulting with the lawyer himself. The lawyer was a little, squat, bald man, with a dark, reddish
 beard, light-colored long eyebrows, and an overhanging brow.  He
 was attired as though for a wedding, from his cravat to his
 double watch-chain and varnished boots.  His face was clever and
 manly, but his dress was dandified and in bad taste. "Pray walk in," said the lawyer, addressing Alexey
 Alexandrovitch; and, gloomily ushering Karenin in before him, he
 closed the door. "Won't you sit down?" He indicated an armchair at a writing table
 covered with papers.  He sat down himself, and, rubbing his
 little hands with short fingers covered with white hairs, he bent
 his head on one side.  But as soon as he was settled in this
 position a moth flew over the table.  The lawyer, with a
 swiftness that could never have been expected of him, opened his
 hands, caught the moth, and resumed his former attitude. "Before beginning to speak of my business," said Alexey
 Alexandrovitch, following the lawyer's movements with wondering
 eyes, "I ought to observe that the business about which I have to
 speak to you is to be strictly private." The lawyer's overhanging reddish mustaches were parted in a
 scarcely perceptible smile. "I should not be a lawyer if I could not keep the secrets
 confided to me.  But if you would like proof..." Alexey Alexandrovitch glanced at his face, and saw that the
 shrewd, gray eyes were laughing, and seemed to know all about it
 already. "You know my name?" Alexey Alexandrovitch resumed. "I know you and the good"--again he caught a moth--"work you are
 doing, like every Russian," said the lawyer, bowing. Alexey Alexandrovitch sighed, plucking up his courage.  But
 having once made up his mind he went on in his shrill voice,
 without timidity--or hesitation, accentuating here and there a
 word. |