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voice at the open door. "For God's sake, forgive me! See me as you are. It's been going on more than two hours already." "In a minute; in a minute!" answered a voice, and to his amazement Levin heard that the doctor was smiling as he spoke. "For one instant." "In a minute." Two minutes more passed while the doctor was putting on his boots, and two minutes more while the doctor put on his coat and combed his hair. "Pyotr Dmitrievitch!" Levin was beginning again in a plaintive voice, just as the doctor came in dressed and ready. "These people have no conscience," thought Levin. "Combing his hair, while we're dying!" "Good morning!" the doctor said to him, shaking hands, and, as it were, teasing him with his composure. "There's no hurry. Well now?" Trying to be as accurate as possible, Levin began to tell him every unnecessary detail of his wife's condition, interrupting his account repeatedly with entreaties that the doctor would come with him at once. "Oh, you needn't be in any hurry. You don't understand, you know. I'm certain I'm not wanted, still I've promised, and if
