" "Not the least," said Levin gloomily, as they drove up to the house.

At the steps there stood a trap tightly covered with iron and leather, with a sleek horse tightly harnessed with broad collar-straps.

In the trap sat the chubby, tightly belted clerk who served Ryabinin as coachman.

Ryabinin himself was already in the house, and met the friends in the hall.

Ryabinin was a tall, thinnish, middle-aged man, with mustache and a projecting clean-shaven chin, and prominent muddy-looking eyes.