Levinledhisfriendtotheguestroom，whereStepanArkadyevich’sthingswerealsocarried-abag，aguninacase，asatchelforcigars。
Leavinghimtheretowashandchangehisclothes，Levinwentofftothecountinghousetospeakabouttheplowingandtheclover。AgathyaMikhailovna，alwaysveryanxiousforthecreditofthehouse，methiminthehallwithinquiriesaboutdinner。
`Dojustasyoulike，onlyletitbeassoonaspossible，’hesaid，andwenttothebailiff。
Whenhecameback，StepanArkadyevich，washedandcombed，cameoutofhisroomwithabeamingsmile，andtheywentupstairstogether。
`Well，IamgladImanagedtogetawaytoyou！NowIshallunderstandwhatthemysteriousbusinessisthatyouarealwaysabsorbedinhere。No，really，Ienvyyou。Whatahouse，howsplendiditallis！Sobright，socheerful！’saidStepanArkadyevich，forgettingthatitwasnotalwaysspringandfineweatherasonthisday。`Andyouroldnurseissimplycharming！