"Well, and what have you to say to me?" said Levin in a quivering voice, feeling that all the muscles of his face were quivering too.

" How do you look at the question?" Stepan Arkadyevitch slowly emptied his glass of Chablis, never taking his eyes off Levin.

"I?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, "there's nothing I desire so much as that--nothing! It would be the best thing that could be.

" "But you're not making a mistake? You know what we're speaking of?" said Levin, piercing him with his eyes.

" You think it's possible?" "I think it's possible.