"Is it really time? That's right; lunch, then.

" Levin gave his scythe to Tit, and together with the peasants, who were crossing the long stretch of mown grass, slightly sprinkled with rain, to get their bread from the heap of coats, he went towards his house.

Only then he suddenly awoke to the fact that he had been wrong about the weather and the rain was drenching his hay.