" "What madness is this?" Stepan Arkadyevitch said when, after hearing from his friend that he was being turned out of the house, he found Levin in the garden, where he was walking about waiting for his guest's departure.

" _Mais c'est ridicule!_ What fly has stung you? _Mais c'est du dernier ridicule!_ What did you think, if a young man..." But the place where Levin had been stung was evidently still sore, for he turned pale again, when Stepan Arkadyevitch would have enlarged on the reason, and he himself cut him short.

"Please don't go into it! I can't help it.

I feel ashamed of how I'm treating you and him.

But it won't be, I imagine, a great grief to him to go, and his presence was distasteful to me and to my wife.