They sent to Stepan Arkadyevitch's and brought a shirt--it was impossibly wide and short.

They sent finally to the Shtcherbatskys' to unpack the things.

The bridegroom was expected at the church while he was pacing up and down his room like a wild beast in a cage, peeping out into the corridor, and with horror and despair recalling what absurd things he had said to Kitty and what she might be thinking now.