His face was clever and manly, but his dress was dandified and in bad taste.

"Pray walk in," said the lawyer, addressing Alexey Alexandrovitch; and, gloomily ushering Karenin in before him, he closed the door.

"Won't you sit down?" He indicated an armchair at a writing table covered with papers.

He sat down himself, and, rubbing his little hands with short fingers covered with white hairs, he bent his head on one side.

But as soon as he was settled in this position a moth flew over the table.