At eleven o'clock, when Stepan Arkadyevitch got up to go (Vorkuev had left earlier), it seemed to Levin that he had only just come.

Regretfully Levin too rose.

"Good-bye," she said, holding his hand and glancing into his face with a winning look.

" I am very glad _que la glace est rompue.

_" She dropped his hand, and half closed her eyes.