Nikolay Shtcherbatsky, Kitty's cousin, in a short jacket and tight trousers, was sitting on a garden seat with his skates on.

Seeing Levin, he shouted to him: "Ah, the first skater in Russia! Been here long? First-rate ice--do put your skates on.

" "I haven't got my skates," Levin answered, marveling at this boldness and ease in her presence, and not for one second losing sight of her, though he did not look at her.

He felt as though the sun were coming near him.