" The candidate who was being voted on was Nevyedovsky, who had so stoutly denied all idea of standing.

Levin went up to the door of the room; it was locked.

The secretary knocked, the door opened, and Levin was met by two red-faced gentlemen, who darted out.

"I can't stand any more of it," said one red-faced gentleman.

After them the face of the marshal of the province was poked out.