"Are you going away, or has something happened?" "It happens that I expect visitors," said Levin, his strong fingers more and more rapidly breaking off the ends of the split stick.

" And I'm not expecting visitors, and nothing has happened, but I beg you to go away.

You can explain my rudeness as you like.

" Vassenka drew himself up.

"I beg you to explain..." he said with dignity, understanding at last.