"I don’t understand what you are doing," said Levin, shrugging his shoulders. "How can you do it seriously?"
"Why not?"
"Why, because there’s nothing in it."
"You think so, but we’re overwhelmed with work."
"On paper. But, there, you’ve a gift for it," added Levin.
"That’s to say, you think there’s a lack of something in me?"
"Perhaps so," said Levin. "But all the same I admire your grandeur, and am proud that I’ve a friend in such a great person. You’ve not answered my question, though," he went on, with a desperate effort looking Oblonsky straight in the face.
"Oh, that’s all very well. You wait a bit, and you’ll come to this yourself. It’s very nice for you to have over six thousand acres in the Karazinsky district, and such muscles, and the freshness of a girl of twelve; still y
