Sviazhsky went with him into the hall, yawning and wondering at the strange humor his friend was in. It was past one oclock. Levin went back to his hotel, and was dismayed at the thought that all alone now with his impatience he had ten hours still left to get through. The servant, whose turn it was to be up all night, lighted his candles, and would have gone away, but Levin stopped him. This servant, Yegor, whom Levin had noticed before, struck him as a very intelligent, excellent, and, above all, good-hearted man. Well, Yegor, its hard work not sleeping, isnt it? Ones got to put up with it! Its part of our work, you see. In a gentlemans house its easier; but then here one makes more. It appeared that Yegor had a family, three boys and a daughter, a sempstress, whom he wanted to marry to a cashier in a saddlers shop.

Levin, on hearing this, informed Yegor that, in his opinion, in marriage the great thing was love, and that with love one would always be happy, for happiness rests only on oneself. Yegor listened attentively, and obviously quite took in Levins idea, but by way of assent to it he enunciated, greatly to Levins surprise, the observation that when he had lived with good masters he had always been satised with his masters, and now was perfectly satised with his employer, though he was a Frenchman. Wonderfully good-hearted fellow! thought Levin. Well, but you yourself, Yegor, when you got married, did you love your wife? Ay! and why not? responded Yegor. And Levin saw that Yegor too was in an excited state and intending to express

My life, too, has been a wonderful one. From a child up. . . he was beginning with ashing eyes, apparently catching Levins enthusiasm, Just as people catch yawning. But at that moment a ring was heard. Yegor departed, and Levin was left alone. He had eaten scarcely anything at dinner, had refused tea and supper at Sviazhskys, but he was incapable of thinking of supper. He had not slept the previous Part IV Chapter 15

His room was cold, but he was oppressed by heat. He opened both the movable panes in his window and sat down to the table opposite the open panes. Over the snow-covered roofs could be seen a decorated cross with chains, and above it the rising triangle of Charless Wain with the yellowish light of Capella. He gazed at the cross, then at the stars, drank in the fresh freezing air that owed evenly into the room, and followed as though in a dream the images and memories that rose in his imagination. At four oclock he heard steps in the passage and peeped out at the door. It was the gambler Myaskin, whom he knew, coming from the club. He walked gloomily, frowning and coughing. Poor, unlucky fellow! thought Levin, and tears came into his eyes from love and pity for this man. He would have talked with him, and tried to comfort him, but remembering that he had nothing but his shirt on, he changed his mind and sat down again at the open pane