he would certainly find her there, as he had seen the Shtcherbatskys' carriage at the entrance.It was a bright, frosty day. Rows of carriages, sledges, drivers, and policemen were standing in the appr

ed," answered Levin, in his emotion not at once understanding her question. "I was meaning to come and see you," he said; and then, recollecting with what intention he was trying to see her, he was promptly overcome with confusion and blushed."I didn't know you could skate, and skate so well."She looked at him earnestly, as though wishing to make out the cause of his confusion."Your praise is worth having. The tradition is kept up here that you are the best of skaters," she said, with her little black-gloved hand brushing a grain of hoarfrost off her muff."Yes, I used once to skate with passion; I wanted to reach perfection.""You do everything with passion, I think,' she said smiling. "I should so like to see how you skate. Put on skates, and let us skate together.""Skate together! Can that be possible?" thought Levin, gazing at her."I'll put them on directly," he said.And he went off to get skates."It's a long while since we've seen you here, sir," said the attendant, supporting his foot, and screwing on the heel of the skate. "Except you, there's none of the gentlemen first-rate skaters. Will that be all right?" said he, tightening the strap."Oh, yes, yes; make haste, please," answered Levin, with difficulty restraining the smile of rapture which would overspread his face. "Yes," he thought, "this now is life, this is happiness! Together, she said; let us skate together! Speak to her now? But that's just why I'm afraid to speak--because I'm happy now, happy in hope, anyway.... And then?.... But I must! I must! I must! Away with weakness!"Levin rose to his feet, took off his overcoat, and scurrying over the rough ice round the hut, came out on the smooth ice and skated without effort, as it were, by simple exercise of will, increasing and slackening speed and turning his course. He approached with timidity, but again her smile reassured him.She gave him her hand, and they set off side by side, going faster and faster, and the more rapidly they moved the more tightly she grasped his hand."With you I should soon learn; I somehow feel confidence in you," she said to him."And I have confidence in myself when you are leaning on me," he said, but was at once panic-stricken at what he had said, and blushed. And indeed, no sooner had he uttered these words, when all at once, like the sun going behind a cloud, her face lost all its friendliness, and Levin detected the familiar change in her expression that denoted the working of thought; a crease showed on her smooth brow."Is there anything troubling you?--though I've no right to ask such a question," he added hurriedly."Oh, why so?.... No, I have nothing to trouble me," she responded coldly; and she added immediately: "You haven't seen Mlle. Linon, have you?""Not yet.""Go and speak to her, she likes you so much.""What's wrong? I have offended her. Lord help me!" thought Levin, and he flew towards the old Frenchwoman with the gray ringlets, who was sitting on a bench. Smiling and showing her false teeth, she greeted him as an old friend."Yes, you see we're growing up," she said to him, glancing towards Kitty, "and growing old. Tiny bear has grown big now!" pursued the Frenchwoman, laughing, and she reminded him of his joke about the three young ladies whom he had compared to the three bears in the English nursery tale. "Do you remember that's what you used to call them?"He remembered absolutely nothing, but she had been laughing at the joke for ten years now, and was fond of it."Now, go and skate, go and skate. Our Kitty has learned to skate nicely, hasn't she?"When Levin darted up to Kitty her face was no longer stern; her eyes looked at him with the same sincerity and friendliness, but Levin fancied that in her friendliness there was a certain note of deliberate composure. And he felt depressed. After talking a little of her old governess and her peculiarities, she questioned him about his life."Surely you must be dull in the country in the winter, aren't you?" she said."No, I'm not dull, I am very busy," he said, feeling that she was holding him in check by her composed tone, which he would not have the force to break through, just as it had been at the beginning of the winter."Are you going to stay in town long?" Kitty questioned him."I don't know," he answered, no