"That is a matter for each man's own decision," he said severely.

Several people smiled.

Levin crimsoned, hurriedly thrust his hand under the cloth, and put the ball to the right as it was in his right hand.

Having put it in, he recollected that he ought to have thrust his left hand too, and so he thrust it in though too late, and, still more overcome with confusion, he beat a hasty retreat into the background.