because Levin was trying to atone for his sins of the previous evening by seeing nothing but what was good in him - at any rate, he liked his society.

After they had driven three verstas from home, Veslovsky all at once felt for a cigar and his pocketbook, and did not know whether he had lost them or left them on the table. In the pocketbook there were three hundred and seventy roubles, and so the matter could not be left in uncertainty.

`Do you know what, Levin, I'll gallop home on that outrigger. That will be splendid. Eh?' he said, preparing to get out.

`No, why should you?' answered Levin, calculating that Vassenka could hardly weigh less than six poods. `I'll send the coachman.'

The coachman rode back on the outrigger, and Levin himself drove the remaining pair.