of his partners, finding him there. And the prince joined them.
Levin sat down, and listened to the three gentlemen, but, as he recalled all the conversations of the same kind he had heard since morning, he felt excessively bored. He got up, and went off to find Turovtsuin and Oblonsky, who were sure to be gay.
Turovtsuin was with the champagne-drinkers on the high divan in the billiard-room, and Stepan Arkadyevitch and Vronsky were talking in a corner near the door.
"Not that she finds it tedious," Levin heard in passing; "but it's the uncertainty, the indefiniteness of her position."
He was about to pass on discreetly, but Stepan Arkadyevitch called him.
"Levin," said he; and Levin saw that there were in his eyes, not exactly tears, but moisture, as was always the case, either after he had been drinking, or when he was touched; and just now it was both. "Levin, don't go;" and he took him by the arm, and detained him. "He is my sincere, if not my best, friend," said he, addressing Vronsky. "You, too, are more like a kinsman and a friend to me. I want to bring you together, and see you friends. You ought to be good friends, because you are both good men."
"There's nothing left for us but to give the kiss of friendship," said Vronsky, gayly, offering his hand to Levin, who pressed it cordially.
"I am very, very glad," said Levin.
"Waiter, a bottle of champagne!" cried Stepan Arkadyevitch.
"I am also very glad," said Vronsky.
But, in spite of Oblonsky's desires, and their mutual satisfaction, they had nothing to say, and both knew it.
"Do you know, he doesn't know Anna?" remarked Oblonsky; "and I want to introduce him to her. Come on, Levin."
"Is it possible?" said Vronsky. "She will be very much pleased. I should beg you to come at once, but
