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“
You
like
turbot
,
don
’
t
you
?
”
he
said
to
Levin
as
they
were
arriving
.
“
Eh
?
”
responded
Levin
.
“
Turbot
?
Yes
,
I
’
m
awfully
fond
of
turbot
.
”
When
Levin
went
into
the
restaurant
with
Oblonsky
,
he
could
not
help
noticing
a
certain
peculiarity
of
expression
,
as
it
were
,
a
restrained
radiance
,
about
the
face
and
whole
figure
of
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
.
Oblonsky
took
off
his
overcoat
,
and
with
his
hat
over
one
ear
walked
into
the
dining
-
room
,
giving
directions
to
the
Tatar
waiters
,
who
were
clustered
about
him
in
evening
coats
,
bearing
napkins
.
Bowing
to
right
and
left
to
the
people
he
met
,
and
here
as
everywhere
joyously
greeting
acquaintances
,
he
went
up
to
the
sideboard
for
a
preliminary
appetizer
of
fish
and
vodka
,
and
said
to
the
painted
Frenchwoman
decked
in
ribbons
,
lace
,
and
ringlets
,
behind
the
counter
,
something
so
amusing
that
even
that
Frenchwoman
was
moved
to
genuine
laughter
.
Levin
for
his
part
refrained
from
taking
any
vodka
simply
because
he
felt
such
a
loathing
of
that
Frenchwoman
,
all
made
up
,
it
seemed
,
of
false
hair
,
poudre
de
riz
,
and
vinaigre
de
toilette
.
He
made
haste
to
move
away
from
her
,
as
from
a
dirty
place
.
His
whole
soul
was
filled
with
memories
of
Kitty
,
and
there
was
a
smile
of
triumph
and
happiness
shining
in
his
eyes
.
“
This
way
,
your
excellency
,
please
.
Your
excellency
won
’
t
be
disturbed
here
,
”
said
a
particularly
pertinacious
,
white
-
headed
old
Tatar
with
immense
hips
and
coat
-
tails
gaping
widely
behind
.
“
Walk
in
,
your
excellency
,
”
he
said
to
Levin
;
by
way
of
showing
his
respect
to
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
being
attentive
to
his
guest
as
well
.
Instantly
flinging
a
fresh
cloth
over
the
round
table
under
the
bronze
chandelier
,
though
it
already
had
a
table
cloth
on
it
,
he
pushed
up
velvet
chairs
,
and
came
to
a
standstill
before
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
with
a
napkin
and
a
bill
of
fare
in
his
hands
,
awaiting
his
commands
.
“
If
you
prefer
it
,
your
excellency
,
a
private
room
will
be
free
directly
;
Prince
Golistin
with
a
lady
.
Fresh
oysters
have
come
in
.
”
“
Ah
!
oysters
.
”
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
became
thoughtful
.
“
How
if
we
were
to
change
our
program
,
Levin
?
”
he
said
,
keeping
his
finger
on
the
bill
of
fare
.
And
his
face
expressed
serious
hesitation
.
“
Are
the
oysters
good
?
Mind
now
.
”
“
They
’
re
Flensburg
,
your
excellency
.
We
’
ve
no
Ostend
.
”
