They prayed, as they always do, for peace from on high and for salvation, for the Holy Synod, and for the Tsar; they prayed, too, for the servants of God, Konstantin and Ekaterina, now plighting their troth.

"Vouchsafe to them love made perfect, peace and help, O Lord, we beseech Thee," the whole church seemed to breathe with the voice of the head deacon.

Levin heard the words, and they impressed him.

" How did they guess that it is help, just help that one wants?" he thought, recalling all his fears and doubts of late.

" What do I know? what can I do in this fearful business," he thought, "without help? Yes, it is help I want now.