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Levin was silent, looking at the unknown faces of Oblonsky's two

companions, and especially at the hand of the elegant Grinevitch,

which had such long white fingers, such long yellow

filbert-shaped nails, and such huge shining studs on the

shirt-cuff, that apparently they absorbed all his attention, and

allowed him no freedom of thought. Oblonsky noticed this at once,

and smiled.

"Ah, to be sure, let me introduce you," he said. "My colleagues:

Philip Ivanitch Nikitin, Mihail Stanislavitch Grinevitch"-and

turning to Levin-"a district councilor, a modern district

councilman, a gymnast who lifts thirteen stone with one hand, a

cattle-breeder and sportsman, and my friend, Konstantin

Dmitrievitch Levin, the brother of Sergey Ivanovitch Koznishev."

"Delighted," said the veteran.

"I have the honor of knowing your brother, Sergey Ivanovitch,"

said Grinevitch, holding out his slender hand with its long

nails.