" "Well, this I didn't expect of you! _On peut etre jaloux, mais a ce point, c'est du dernier ridicule!_" Levin turned quickly, and walked away from him into the depths of the avenue, and he went on walking up and down alone.

Soon he heard the rumble of the trap, and saw from behind the trees how Vassenka, sitting in the hay (unluckily there was no seat in the trap) in his Scotch cap, was driven along the avenue, jolting up and down over the ruts.

"What's this?" Levin thought, when a footman ran out of the house and stopped the trap.

It was the mechanician, whom Levin had totally forgotten.

The mechanician, bowing low, said something to Veslovsky, then clambered into the trap, and they drove off together.