"He's such a blackguard! I have told him so, but it makes no difference.

Only think of it! He couldn't collect it in three years!" he heard vigorously uttered by a round-shouldered, short, country gentleman, who had pomaded hair hanging on his embroidered collar, and new boots obviously put on for the occasion, with heels that tapped energetically as he spoke.

Casting a displeased glance at Levin, this gentleman sharply turned his back.