PART 8
Chapter 14
(continued)
"She rushes about from place to place with him," said the prince,
smiling. "I advised her to try putting him in the ice cellar."
"She meant to come to the bee house. She thought you would be
there. We are going there," said Dolly.
"Well, and what are you doing?" said Sergey Ivanovitch, falling
back from the rest and walking beside him.
"Oh, nothing special. Busy as usual with the land," answered
Levin. "Well, and what about you? Come for long? We have been
expecting you for such a long time."
"Only for a fortnight. I've a great deal to do in Moscow."
At these words the brothers" eyes met, and Levin, in spite of the
desire he always had, stronger than ever just now, to be on
affectionate and still more open terms with his brother, felt an
awkwardness in looking at him. He dropped his eyes and did not
know what to say.
Casting over the subjects of conversation that would be pleasant
to Sergey Ivanovitch, and would keep him off the subject of the
Servian war and the Slavonic question, at which he had hinted by
the allusion to what he had to do in Moscow, Levin began to talk
of Sergey Ivanovitch's book.
"Well, have there been reviews of your book?" he asked.
Sergey Ivanovitch smiled at the intentional character of the
question.
"No one is interested in that now, and I less than anyone," he
said. "Just look, Darya Alexandrovna, we shall have a shower,"
he added, pointing with a sunshade at the white rain clouds that
showed above the aspen tree-tops.
And these words were enough to reestablish again between the
brothers that tone--hardly hostile, but chilly--which Levin had
been so longing to avoid.
Levin went up to Katavasov.
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