Now he could only remember that there was some sort of trickery in it, but he was too bored to think what it was exactly.

He felt depressed, and longed to get out of the crowd.

As no one was paying any attention to him, and no one apparently needed him, he quietly slipped away into the little room where the refreshments were, and again had a great sense of comfort when he saw the waiters.

The little old waiter pressed him to have something, and Levin agreed.