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Chapter 11
 (continued)Levin sighed and made no reply.  He was thinking of his own
 affairs, and did not hear Oblonsky. And suddenly both of them felt that though they were friends,
 though they had been dining and drinking together, which should
 have drawn them closer, yet each was thinking only of his own
 affairs, and they had nothing to do with one another.  Oblonsky
 had more than once experienced this extreme sense of aloofness,
 instead of intimacy, coming on after dinner, and he knew what to
 do in such cases. "Bill!" he called, and he went into the next room where he
 promptly came across and aide-de-camp of his acquaintance and
 dropped into conversation with him about an actress and her
 protector.  And at once in the conversation with the aide-de-camp
 Oblonsky had a sense of relaxation and relief after the
 conversation with Levin, which always put him to too great a
 mental and spiritual strain. When the Tatar appeared with a bill for twenty-six roubles and
 odd kopecks, besides a tip for himself, Levin, who would another
 time have been horrified, like any one from the country, at his
 share of fourteen roubles, did not notice it, paid, and set off
 homewards to dress and go to the Shtcherbatskys' there to decide
 his fate. |