"I told them to bring the trap round; or would you rather walk?" "No, we'd better drive," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, getting into the trap.

He sat down, tucked the tiger-skin rug round him, and lighted a cigar.

" How is it you don't smoke? A cigar is a sort of thing, not exactly a pleasure, but the crown and outward sign of pleasure.

Come, this is life! How splendid it is! This is how I should like to live!" "Why, who prevents you?" said Levin, smiling.