" Combing his hair, while we're dying!" "Good morning!" the doctor said to him, shaking hands, and, as it were, teasing him with his composure.

" There's no hurry.

Well now?" Trying to be as accurate as possible, Levin began to tell him every unnecessary detail of his wife's condition, interrupting his account repeatedly with entreaties that the doctor would come with him at once.

"Oh, you needn't be in any hurry.

You don't understand, you know.