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"Ignat!" he called to the coachman, who, with his sleeves tucked

up, was washing the carriage wheels, "saddle me...."

"Which, sir?"

"Well, let it be Kolpik."

"Yes, sir."

While they were saddling his horse, Levin again called up the

bailiff, who was hanging about in sight, to make it up with him,

and began talking to him about the spring operations before them,

and his plans for the farm.

The wagons were to begin carting manure earlier, so as to get all

done before the early mowing. And the ploughing of the further

land to go on without a break so as to let it ripen lying fallow.

And the mowing to be all done by hired labor, not on

half-profits. The bailiff listened attentively, and obviously

made an effort to approve of his employer's projects. But still

he had that look Levin knew so well that always irritated him, a

look of hopelessness and despondency. That look said: "That's all

very well, but as God wills."