<h3>Chapter 6</h3>
<p>“Perhaps they’re not at home?” said Levin, as he went into
the hall of Countess Bola’s house.</p>
<p>“At home; please walk in,” said the porter, resolutely removing his
overcoat.</p>
<p>“How annoying!” thought Levin with a sigh, taking off one glove and
stroking his hat. “What did I come for? What have I to say to
them?”</p>
<p>As he passed through the first drawing-room Levin met in the doorway Countess
Bola, giving some order to a servant with a care-worn and severe face. On
seeing Levin she smiled, and asked him to come into the little drawing-room,
where he heard voices. In this room there were sitting in armchairs the two
daughters of the countess, and a Moscow colonel, whom Levin knew. Levin went
up, greeted them, and sat down beside the sofa with his hat on his knees.</p>
<p>“How is your wife? Have you been at the concert? We couldn’t go.
Mamma had to be at the funeral service.”</p>
<p>“Yes, I heard.... What a sudden death!” said Levin.</p>
<p>The countess came in, sat down on the sofa, and she too asked after his wife
and inquired about the concert.</p>
<p>Levin answered, and repeated an inquiry about Madame Apraksina’s sudden
death.</p>
<p>“But she was always in weak health.”</p>
<p>“Were you at the opera yesterday?”</p>
<p>“Yes, I was.”</p>
<p>“Lucca was very good.”</p>
<p>“Yes, very good,” he said, and as it was utterly of no consequence
to him what they thought of him, he began repeating what they had heard a
hundred times about the characteristics of the singer’s talent. Countess
Bola pretended to be listening. Then, when he had said enough and paused, the
colonel, who had been silent till then, began to talk. The colonel too talked
of the opera, and about culture. At last, after speaking of the proposed
<i>folle journée</i> at Turin’s, the colonel laughed, got up noisily, and
went away. Levin too rose, but he saw by the face of the countess that it was
not yet time for him to go. He must stay two minutes longer. He sat down.</p>
<p>But as he was thinking all the while how stupid it was, he could not find a
subject for conversation, and sat silent.</p>
<p>“You are not going to the public meeting? They say it will be very
interesting,” began the countess.</p>
<p>“No, I promised my <i>belle-sœur</i> to fetch her from it,” said
Levin.</p>
<p>A silence followed. The mother once more exchanged glances with a daughter.</p>
<p>“Well, now I think the time has come,” thought Levin, and he got
up. The ladies shook hands with him, and begged him to say <i>mille choses</i>
to his wife for them.</p>
<p>The porter asked him, as he gave him his coat, “Where is your honor
staying?” and immediately wrote down his address in a big handsomely
bound book.</p>
<p>“Of course I don’t care, but still I feel ashamed and awfully
stupid,” thought Levin, consoling himself with the reflection that
everyone does it. He drove to the public meeting, where he was to find his
sister-in-law, so as to drive home with her.</p>
<p>At the public meeting of the committee there were a great many people, and
almost all the highest society. Levin was in time for the report which, as
everyone said, was very interesting. When the reading of the report was over,
people moved about, and Levin met Sviazhsky, who invited him very pressingly to
come that evening to a meeting of the Society of Agriculture, where a
celebrated lecture was to be delivered, and Stepan Arkadyevitch, who had only
just come from the races, and many other acquaintances; and Levin heard and
uttered various criticisms on the meeting, on the new fantasia, and on a public
trial. But, probably from the mental fatigue he was beginning to feel, he made
a blunder in speaking of the trial, and this blunder he recalled several times
with vexation. Speaking of the sentence upon a foreigner who had been condemned
in Russia, and of how unfair it would be to punish him by exile abroad, Levin
repeated what he had heard the day before in conversation from an acquaintance.</p>
<p>“I think sending him abroad is much the same as punishing a carp by
putting it into the water,” said Levin. Then he recollected that this
idea, which he had heard from an acquaintance and uttered as his own, came from
a fable of Krilov’s, and that the acquaintance had picked it up from a
newspaper article.</p>
<p>After driving home with his sister-in-law, and finding Kitty in good spirits
and quite well, Levin drove to the club.</p>
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