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The letter was from Oblonsky. Levin read it aloud. Oblonsky wrote

to him from Petersburg: "I have had a letter from Dolly; she's at

Ergushovo, and everything seems going wrong there. Do ride over

and see her, please; help her with advice; you know all about it.

She will be so glad to see you. She's quite alone, poor thing. My

mother-in-law and all of them are still abroad."

"That's capital! I will certainly ride over to her," said Levin.

"Or we'll go together. She's such a splendid woman, isn't she?"

"They're not far from here, then?"

"Twenty-five miles. Or perhaps it is thirty. But a capital road.

Capital, we'll drive over."

"I shall be delighted," said Sergey Ivanovitch, still smiling.

The sight of his younger brother's appearance had immediately put

him in a good humor.

"Well, you have an appetite!" he said, looking at his dark-red,

sunburnt face and neck bent over the plate.