Chapter 7

           Levincamebacktothehouseonlywhentheysenttosummonhimtosupper.OnthestairswerestandingKittyandAgafeaMihalovna,consultingaboutwinesforsupper.

           “Butwhyareyoumakingallthisfuss?Havewhatweusuallydo.”

           “No,Stivadoesn’tdrink...Kostya,stop,what’sthematter?”Kittybegan,hurryingafterhim,buthestroderuthlesslyawaytothedining-roomwithoutwaitingforher,andatoncejoinedinthelivelygeneralconversationwhichwasbeingmaintainedtherebyVassenkaVeslovskyandStepanArkadyevitch.

           “Well,whatdoyousay,arewegoingshootingtomorrow?”saidStepanArkadyevitch.

           “Please,dolet’sgo,”saidVeslovsky,movingtoanotherchair,wherehesatdownsideways,withonefatlegcrossedunderhim.

           “Ishallbedelighted,wewillgo.Andhaveyouhadanyshootingyetthisyear?”saidLevintoVeslovsky,lookingintentlyathisleg,butspeakingwiththatforcedamiabilitythatKittyknewsowellinhim,andthatwassooutofkeepingwithhim.“Ican’tanswerforourfindinggrouse,butthereareplentyofsnipe.Onlyweoughttostartearly.You’renottired?Aren’tyoutired,Stiva?”

           “Metired?I’veneverbeentiredyet.Supposewestayupallnight.Let’sgoforawalk!”

           “Yes,really,let’snotgotobedatall!Capital!”Veslovskychimedin.

           “Oh,weallknowyoucandowithoutsleep,andkeepotherpeopleuptoo,”Dollysaidtoherhusband,withthatfaintnoteofironyinhervoicewhichshealmostalwayshadnowwithherhusband.“Buttomythinking,it’stimeforbednow....I’mgoing,Idon’twantsupper.