| PART 6
Chapter 15
 (continued)"The spring was broken yesterday," said the footman. "Well, the covered trap, then, and make haste.  Where's the
 visitor?" "The gentleman's gone to his room." Levin came upon Veslovsky at the moment when the latter, having
 unpacked his things from his trunk, and laid out some new songs,
 was putting on his gaiters to go out riding. Whether there was something exceptional in Levin's face, or that
 Vassenka was himself conscious that ce petit brin de cour he was
 making was out of place in this family, but 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 simple-hearted
 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, trying their strength.  Levin took the fragment in
 his hands and began smashing it up, breaking bits off 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. "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." |