Anna Karenina - LimpidSoft

PART THREE CHAPTER 6
“So that’s what I think it is, my dear boy,” said Sergey Ivanovitch, touching him
on the shoulder.
“Yes, of course. But, do you know? I won’t stand up for my view,” answered
Levin, with a guilty, childlike smile. “Whatever was it I was disputing about?” he
wondered. “Of course, I’m right, and he’s right, and it’s all first-rate. Only I must go
round to the counting house and see to things.” He got up, stretching and smiling.
Sergey Ivanovitch smiled too.
“If you want to go out, let’s go together,” he said, disinclined to be parted from his
brother, who seemed positively breathing out freshness and energy. “Come, we’ll go
to the counting house, if you have to go there.”
“Oh, heavens!” shouted Levin, so loudly that Sergey Ivanovitch was quite frightened.
“What, what is the matter?”
“How’s Agafea Mihalovna’s hand?” said Levin, slapping himself on the head.
“I’d positively forgotten her even.”
“It’s much better.”
“Well, anyway I’ll run down to her. Before you’ve time to get your hat on, I’ll be
back.”
And he ran downstairs, clattering with his heels like a spring-rattle.
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