It was an exquisite morning.

I was walking along wondering who it could be in a four-in-hand? It was a splendid set of four horses with bells, and in a second you flashed by, and I saw you at the window--you were sitting like this, holding the strings of your cap in both hands, and thinking awfully deeply about something," he said, smiling.

" How I should like to know what you were thinking about then! Something important?" "Wasn't I dreadfully untidy?" she wondered, but seeing the smile of ecstasy these reminiscences called up, she felt that the impression she had made had been very good.

She blushed and laughed with delight; "Really I don't remember.

" "How nicely Turovtsin laughs!" said Levin, admiring his moist eyes and shaking chest.