Probably the sight of those nervous fingers, of the muscles he had proved that morning at gymnastics, of the glittering eyes, the soft voice, and quivering jaws, convinced Vassenka better than any words.

He bowed, shrugging his shoulders, and smiling contemptuously.

"Can I not see Oblonsky?" The shrug and the smile did not irritate Levin.

"What else was there for him to do?" he thought.