Konstantin Dmitrievitch, my respects"; he turned to Levin, trying to seize his hand too.

But Levin, scowling, made as though he did not notice his hand, and took out the snipe.

" Your honors have been diverting yourselves with the chase? What kind of bird may it be, pray?" added Ryabinin, looking contemptuously at the snipe: "a great delicacy, I suppose.

" And he shook his head disapprovingly, as though he had grave doubts whether this game were worth the candle.