Levin reddened with vexation, not at being defeated, but at having failed to control himself and being drawn into argument.

"No, I can't argue with them," he thought; "they wear impenetrable armor, while I'm naked.

" He saw that it was impossible to convince his brother and Katavasov, and he saw even less possibility of himself agreeing with them.

What they advocated was the very pride of intellect that had almost been his ruin.