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Stepan Arkadyevitch went upstairs with his pocket bulging with

notes, which the merchant had paid him for three months in

advance. The business of the forest was over, the money in his

pocket; their shooting had been excellent, and Stepan

Arkadyevitch was in the happiest frame of mind, and so he felt

specially anxious to dissipate the ill-humor that had come upon

Levin. He wanted to finish the day at supper as pleasantly as it

had been begun.

Levin certainly was out of humor, and in spite of all his desire

to be affectionate and cordial to his charming visitor, he could

not control his mood. The intoxication of the news that Kitty was

not married had gradually begun to work upon him.