"Yes; it 's much neater," replied Vasenka, putting up one fat leg on a chair, and struggling with the bottom button, and smiling with genuine good humor.
He was really a very good-hearted young fellow, and Levin felt sorry for him and conscience-stricken for himself as his host when he saw the timidity in Vasenka's eyes.
On the table lay a fragment of a stick which they had broken off that morning while trying to prop up the parallel bars for their gymnastic exercises. Levin took this fragment in his hand and began to break off the ragged ends, not knowing how to commence.
"I wanted ...." He stopped for a moment; but suddenly remembering Kitty and all that had taken place, he went on, looking him squarely in the eye. "I have had the horses put in for you."
"What do you mean?" began Vasenka, in surprise. "Where are we going?"
"You are going to the railway station," said Levin, with a frown, breaking off the end of the stick.
"Are you going away? Has anything happened?"
"I happen to be expecting company," Levin went on, breaking off pieces of his stick more and more nervously with his strong fingers. "Or, no, I am not expecting any one, and nothing has happened, but I beg you to go away. You may explain my lack in politeness as you please."
Vasenka drew himself up.
"I beg you to explain to me," said he, with dignity, comprehending at last.
"I cannot explain to you, and you will be wise not to question me," Levin said slowly, trying to remain calm, and to check the tremulous motions of his face.
And as the chipped pieces of the stick were by this time all broken. Levin took the stick in his fingers, split it in two, and picked up the part that fell to the floor.
Apparently the sight of those energetic hands, those very muscles which he had seen tested that morning while they were doing their gymnastics, those flashing
