"No, I must just run round to the counting-house for a minute," Levin would answer, and he would run off to the fields.

Early in June it happened that Agafea Mihalovna, the old nurse and housekeeper, in carrying to the cellar a jar of mushrooms she had just pickled, slipped, fell, and sprained her wrist.

The district doctor, a talkative young medical student, who had just finished his studies, came to see her.