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"How was it you used to say you would never wear European dress

again?" he said, scanning his new suit, obviously cut by a French

tailor. "Ah! I see: a new phase."

Levin suddenly blushed, not as grown men blush, slightly, without

being themselves aware of it, but as boys blush, feeling that

they are ridiculous through their shyness, and consequently

ashamed of it and blushing still more, almost to the point of

tears. And it was so strange to see this sensible, manly face in

such a childish plight, that Oblonsky left off looking at him.

"Oh, where shall we meet? You know I want very much to talk to

you," said Levin.

Oblonsky seemed to ponder.

"I'll tell you what: let's go to Gurin's to lunch, and there we

can talk. I am free till three."

"No," answered Levin, after an instant's thought, "I have got to

go on somewhere else."

"All right, then, let's dine together."