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always felt ashamed, and now Im so out of the way of it that, by Jove! Id sooner go two days running without my dinner than pay this call! Ones so ashamed! I feel all the while that theyre annoyed, that theyre saying, What has he come for?" "No, they wont. Ill answer for that," said Kitty, looking into his face with a laugh. She took his hand. "Well, good-bye.... Do go, please." He was just going out after kissing his wifes hand, when she stopped him. "Kostya, do you know Ive only fifty roubles left?" "Oh, all right, Ill go to the bank and get some. How much?" he said, with the expression of dissatisfaction she knew so well. "No, wait a minute." She held his hand. "Lets talk about it, it worries me. I seem to spend nothing unnecessary, but money seems to fly away simply. We dont manage well, somehow." "Oh, its all right," he said with a little cough, looking at her from under his brows. That cough she knew well. It was a sign of intense dissatisfaction, not with her, but with himself. He certainly was displeased not at so much money being spent, but at being reminded of what he, knowing something was unsatisfactory, wanted to forget. "I have told Sokolov to sell the wheat, and to borrow an advance on the mill. We shall have money enough in any case." "Yes, but Im afraid that altogether..." "Oh, its all right, all right," he repeated. "Well, good-bye, darling." "No, Im really sorry sometimes that I listened to mamma. How nice it would have been in the country! As it is, Im worrying you all, and were wasting our money." "Not at all, not at all. Not once since Ive been married have I said that things could have been better than they are...." "Truly?" she said, looking into his eyes. He had said it without thinking, simply to console her. But when he glanced at her and saw those sweet truthful eyes fastened questioningly on him, he repeated it with his whole heart. "I was positively forgetting her," he thought. And he remembered what was before them, so soon to come. "Will it be soon? How do you feel?" he whispered, taking her two hands. "I have so often thought so, that now I dont think about it or know anything about it." "And youre not frightened?" She smiled contemptuously. "Not the least little bit," she said. "Well, if anything happens, I shall be at Katavasovs." "No, nothing will happen, and dont think about it. Im going for a walk on the boulevard with papa. Were going to see Dolly. I shall expect you before dinner. Oh, yes! Do you know that Dollys position is becoming utterly impossible? Shes in debt all round; she hasnt a penny. We were talking yesterday with mamma and Arseny" (this was her sisters husband Lvov), "and we determined to send you with him to talk to Stiva. Its really unbearable. One cant speak to papa about it.... But if you and he..." "Why, what can we do?" said Levin. "Youll be at Arsenys, anyway; talk to him, he will tell what we decided." "Oh, I agree to everything Arseny thinks beforehand. Ill go and see him. By the way, if I do go to the concert, Ill go with Natalia. Well, good-bye." On the steps Levin was stopped by his old servant Kouzma, who had been with him before his marriage, and now looked after their household in town. "Beauty" (that was the left shaft-horse brought up from the country) "has been badly shod and is quite lame," he said. "What does your honor wish to be done?" During the first part of their stay in Moscow, Levin had used his own horses brought up from the country. He had tried to arrange this part of their expenses in the best and cheapest way possible; but it appeared that their own horses came dearer than hired horses, and they still hired too. "Send for the veterinary, there may be a bruise." "And for Katerina Alexandrovna?" asked Kouzma. Levin was not by now struck as he had been at first by the fact that to get from one end of Moscow to the other he had to have two powerful horses put into a heavy carriage, to take the carriage three miles through the snowy slush and to keep it standing there four

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