A silence followed.
The mother once more exchanged glances with a daughter.
"Well, now I think the time has come," thought Levin, and he got up.
The ladies shook hands with him, and begged him to say _mille choses_ to his wife for them.
The porter asked him, as he gave him his coat, "Where is your honor staying?" and immediately wrote down his address in a big handsomely bound book.