WhenKittyhadgoneandLevinwasleftalone，hefeltsuchuneasinesswithoutherandsuchanimpatientlongingtogetasquicklyaspossibletotomorrowmorning，whenhewouldseeheragainandbeplightedtoherforever，thathefeltafraid，asthoughofdeath，ofthosefourteenhoursthathehadtogetthroughwithouther。Itwasessentialforhimtobewithsomeonetotalkto，soasnottobeleftalone；todeceivetime。StepanArkadyevichwouldhavebeenthecompanionmostcongenialtohim，buthewasgoingout，hesaid，toasoiree-inrealitytotheballet。Levinonlyhadtimetotellhimhewashappy，andthathelovedhim，andwouldnever，neverforgetwhathehaddoneforhim。TheeyesandthesmileofStepanArkadyevichshowedLevinthathecomprehendedthatfeelingfittingly。
`Oh，soit’snottimetodieyet？’saidStepanArkadyevich，pressingLevin’shandwithemotion。
`N-n-no！’saidLevin。
DaryaAlexandrovnatoo，asshesaidgood-bytohim，gavehimasortofcongratulation，saying，`HowgladIamyouhavemetKittyagain！Onemustvalueoldfriends。’LevindidnotlikethesewordsofDaryaAlexandrovna’s。Shecouldnotunderstandhowloftyandbeyondheritallwas，andsheoughtnottohavedaredtoalludetoit。Levinsaidgood-bytothem，but，nottobeleftalone，heattachedhimselftohisbrother。
`Whereareyougoing？’