" "In a minute.

" Two minutes more passed while the doctor was putting on his boots, and two minutes more while the doctor put on his coat and combed his hair.

"Pyotr Dmitrievitch!" Levin was beginning again in a plaintive voice, just as the doctor came in dressed and ready.

" These people have no conscience," thought Levin.

" Combing his hair, while we're dying!" "Good morning!" the doctor said to him, shaking hands, and, as it were, teasing him with his composure.