He gazed at the cross, then at the stars, drank in the fresh freezing air that flowed evenly into the room, and followed as though in a dream the images and memories that rose in his imagination.

At four o'clock he heard steps in the passage and peeped out at the door.

It was the gambler Myaskin, whom he knew, coming from the club.

He walked gloomily, frowning and coughing.

" Poor, unlucky fellow!" thought Levin, and tears came into his eyes from love and pity for this man.