Anna Karenina. Leo Tolstoy

councilor, a modern district councilman, a gymnast who lifts thirteen stone with one hand, a cattle-breeder and sportsman, and my friend, Konstantin Dmitrievitch Levin, the brother of Sergey Ivonovitch Koznishev."

      "Delighted," said the veteran.

      "I have the honor of knowing your brother, Sergey Ivanovitch," said Grinevitch, holding out his slender hand with its long nails.

      Levin frowned, shook hands coldly, and at once turned to Oblonsky. Though he had a great respect for his half-brother, an author well known to all Russia, he could not endure it when people treated him not as Konstantin Levin, but as the brother of the celebrated Koznishev.

      "No, I am no longer a district councilor. I have quarreled with them all, and don't go to the meetings any more," he said, turning to Oblonsky.

      "You've been quick about it!" said Oblonsky with a smile. "But how? why?"

      "It's a long story. I will tell you some time," said Levin, but he began telling him at once. "Well, to put it shortly, I was convinced that nothing was really done by the district councils, or ever could be," he began, as though some one had just insulted him. "On one side it's a plaything; they play at being a parliament, and I'm neither young enough nor old enough to find amusement in playthings; and on the other side" (he stammered) "it's a means for the coterie of the district to make money. Formerly they had wardships, courts of justice, now they have the district council—not in the form of bribes, but in the form of unearned salary," he said, as hotly as though someone of those present had opposed his opinion.

      "Aha! You're in a new phase again, I see—a conservative," said Stepan Arkadyevitch. "However, we can go into that later."

      "Yes, later. But I wanted to see you," said Levin, looking with hatred at Grinevitch's hand.

      Stepan Arkadyevitch gave a scarcely perceptible smile.

      "How was it you used to say you would never wear European dress again?" he said, scanning his new suit, obviously cut by a French tailor. "Ah! I see: a new phase."

      Levin suddenly blushed, not as grown men blush, slightly, without being themselves aware of it, but as boys blush, feeling that they are ridiculous through their shyness, and consequently ashamed of it and blushing still more, almost to the point of tears. And it was so strange to see this sensible, manly face in such a childish plight, that Oblonsky left off looking at him.

      "Oh, where shall we meet? You know I want very much to talk to you," said Levin.

      Oblonsky seemed to ponder.

      "I'll tell you what: let's go to Gurin's to lunch, and there we can talk. I am free till three."

      "No," answered Levin, after an instant's thought, "I have got to go on somewhere else."

      "All right, then, let's dine together."

      "Dine together? But I have nothing very particular, only a few words to say, and a question I want to ask you, and we can have a talk afterwards."

      "Well, say the few words, then, at once, and we'll gossip after dinner."

      "Well, it's this," said Levin; "but it's of no importance, though."

      His face all at once took an expression of anger from the effort he was making to surmount his shyness.

      "What are the Shtcherbatskys doing? Everything as it used to be?" he said.

      Stepan Arkadyevitch, who had long known that Levin was in love with his sister-in-law, Kitty, gave a hardly perceptible smile, and his eyes sparkled merrily.

      "You said a few words, but I can't answer in a few words, because… . Excuse me a minute… "

      A secretary came in, with respectful familiarity and the modest consciousness, characteristic of every secretary, of superiority to his chief in the knowledge of their business; he went up to Oblonsky with some papers, and began, under pretense of asking a question, to explain some objection. Stepan Arkadyevitch, without hearing him out, laid his hand genially on the secretary's sleeve.

      "No, you do as I told you," he said, softening his words with a smile, and with a brief explanation of his view of the matter he turned away from the papers, and said: "So do it that way, if you please, Zahar Nikititch."

      The secretary retired in confusion. During the consultation with the secretary Levin had completely recovered from his embarrassment. He was standing with his elbows on the back of a chair, and on his face was a look of ironical attention.

      "I don't understand it, I don't understand it," he said.

      "What don't you understand?" said Oblonsky, smiling as brightly as ever, and picking up a cigarette. He expected some queer outburst from Levin.

      "I don't understand what you are doing," said Levin, shrugging his shoulders. "How can you do it seriously?"

      "Why not?"

      "Why, because there's nothing in it."

      "You think so, but we're overwhelmed with work."

      "On paper. But, there, you've a gift for it," added Levin.

      "That's to say, you think there's a lack of something in me?"

      "Perhaps so," said Levin. "But all the same I admire your grandeur, and am proud that I've a friend in such a great person. You've not answered my question, though," he went on, with a desperate effort looking Oblonsky straight in the face.

      "Oh, that's all very well. You wait a bit, and you'll come to this yourself. It's very nice for you to have over six thousand acres in the Karazinsky district, and such muscles, and the freshness of a girl of twelve; still you'll be one of us one day. Yes, as to your question, there is no change, but it's a pity you've been away so long."

      "Oh, why so?" Levin queried, panic-stricken.

      "Oh, nothing," responded Oblonsky. "We'll talk it over. But what's brought you up to town?"

      "Oh, we'll talk about that, too, later on," said Levin, reddening again up to his ears.

      "All right. I see," said Stepan Arkadyevitch. "I should ask you to come to us, you know, but my wife's not quite the thing. But I tell you what; if you want to see them, they're sure now to be at the Zoological Gardens from four to five. Kitty skates. You drive along there, and I'll come and fetch you, and we'll go and dine somewhere together."

      "Capital. So good-bye till then."

      "Now mind, you'll forget, I know you, or rush off home to the country!" Stepan Arkadyevitch called out laughing.

      "No, truly!"

      And Levin went out of the room, only when he was in the doorway remembering that he had forgotten to take leave of Oblonsky's colleagues.

      "That gentleman must be a man of great energy," said Grinevitch, when Levin had gone away.

      "Yes, my dear boy," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, nodding his head, "he's a lucky fellow! Over six thousand acres in the Karazinsky district; everything before him; and what youth and vigor! Not like some of us."

      "You have a great deal to complain of, haven't you, Stepan Arkadyevitch?"

      "Ah, yes, I'm in a poor way, a bad way," said Stepan Arkadyevitch with a heavy sigh.

      Chapter 6

      When Oblonsky asked Levin what had brought him to town, Levin blushed, and was furious with himself for blushing, because he could not answer, "I have come to make your sister-in-law an offer," though that was precisely what he had come for.

      The families of the Levins and the Shtcherbatskys were old, noble Moscow families, and had always been on intimate and friendly terms. This intimacy had grown still closer during Levin's student days. He had both prepared for the university with the young Prince Shtcherbatsky, the brother of Kitty and Dolly, and had entered at the same time with him. In those days Levin used often to be in the Shtcherbatskys' house, and he was in love with the Shtcherbatsky household. Strange as it may