When everything had been put right, and the carriage had been brought back to the road, Levin had the lunch served.

"_Bon appetit--bonne conscience! Ce poulet va tomber jusqu'au fond de mes bottes_," Vassenka, who had recovered his spirits, quoted the French saying as he finished his second chicken.

"Well, now our troubles are over, now everything's going to go well.

Only, to atone for my sins, I'm bound to sit on the box.

That's so? eh? No, no! I'll be your Automedon.