Levinmeanwhile，inhistrousers，butwithouthiscoatandwaistcoat，waswalkingtoandfroinhisroomatthehotel，continuallyputtinghisheadoutofdoorandlookingupanddownthecorridor。Butinthecorridortherewasnosignofthepersonhewaslookingforandhecamebackindespair，andwavinghishandsaddressedStepanArkadyevich，whowassmokingserenely。
`Waseveramaninsuchafearfulfool’sposition？’hesaid。
`Yes，itisstupid，’StepanArkadyevichassented，smilingsoothingly。
`Butdon’tworry，it’llbebroughtdirectly。’
`No，whatistobedone！’saidLevin，withsmotheredfury。`Andthesefoolopenwaistcoats！Outofthequestion！’hesaid，lookingatthecrumpledfrontofhisshirt。`Andwhatifthethingshavebeentakenontotherailwaystation！’heroaredindesperation。