`Not in the least,' said Levin gloomily, as they drove up to the house.
At the steps there stood a trap tightly covered with iron and leather, with a sleek horse tightly harnessed with broad collar straps. In the trap sat the chubby, tightly belted overseer who served Riabinin as coachman. Riabinin himself was already in the house, and met the friends in the hall. Riabinin was a tall, thinnish, middle-aged man, with mustache and a projecting clean-shaven chin, and prominent muddy-looking eyes. He was dressed in a long-skirted blue coat, with buttons below the waist at the back, and wore high boots wrinkled over the ankles and straight over the calf, with big galoshes drawn over them. He mopped his face with his handkerchief, and, wrapping himself in his coat, which sat extremely well as it was, he greeted them with a smile, holding out his hand to Stepan Arkadyevich, as though he wanted to catch something.
`So, here you are,' said Stepan Arkadyevich, giving him his hand. `That's capital.'
`I did not venture to disregard Your Excellency's commands, though the road was extremely bad. I positively covered the whole way at a walk, but I am here on time. Konstantin Dmitrich, my respects"; he turned to Levin, trying to seize his hand too. But Levin, scowling, made as though he did not notice his hand, and took out the woodcocks. `Your honors have been diverting yourselves with the chase? What kind of bird may it be, pray?' added Riabinin, looking contemptuously at the woodcocks: `a great delicacy, I suppose.' And he shook his head disapprovingly, as though he had grave doubts whether this game were worth the candle.
`Would you like to go into my study?' Levin said in French to Stepan Arkadyevich, scowling morosely. `Go into my study; you can talk there.'
`Quite so, wherever you please,' said Riabinin with supercilious dignity, as though wishing to make it felt that others might be in difficulties as to how to behave, but that he could never be in any difficulty about anything.
On entering the study Riabinin looked about, as it was a habit of his, as though seeking a holy image, but, when he had found it, he did not cross himself. He scanned the bookcases and bookshelves, and with the same dubious air with which he had regarded the woodcocks, he smiled superciliously and shook his head disapprovingly, as though by no means willing to allow that this game, either, were worth the candle.
`Well, have you brought the money?' asked Oblonsky. `Sit down.'
`Oh, don't trouble about the money. I've come to see you to talk it over.'
`What is there to talk over? But do sit down.'
`I don't mind if I do,' said Riabinin, sitting down and leaning his elbows on the back of his armchair in a position of the intensest discomfort to himself. `You must knock it down a bit, Prince. It would be a sin otherwise. As for the money, it is ready definitively, to the last kopeck. As for money down, there'll be no hitch there.'
Levin, who had meanwhile been putting his gun away in the cupboard, was just going out of the door, but catching the merchant's words, he stopped.
`Why, you've got the forest for nothing as it is,' he said. `He came to me too late, or I'd have fixed the price for him.'
Riabinin got up, and in silence, with a smile, he looked up at Levin.
`Konstantin Dmitrievich is very close,' he said with a smile, turning to Stepan Arkadyevich; `there's definitively no dealing with him. I was bargaining for some wheat of him, and a pretty price I offered too.'
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