They peeped into the "infernal regions," where a good many men were crowding round one table, at which Yashvin was sitting.

Trying not to make a noise, they walked into the dark reading room, where under the shaded lamps there sat a young man with a wrathful countenance, turning over one journal after another, and a bald general buried in a book.

They went, too, into what the prince called the intellectual room, where three gentlemen were engaged in a heated discussion of the latest political news.

"Prince, please come, we're ready," said one of his card party, who had come to look for him, and the prince went off.

Levin sat down and listened, but recalling all the conversation of the morning he felt all of a sudden fearfully bored.