She had gone to Ergushovo, the estate that had been her dowry, and the one where in spring the forest had been sold.

It was nearly forty miles from Levin's Pokrovskoe.

The big, old house at Ergushovo had been pulled down long ago, and the old prince had had the lodge done up and built on to.

Twenty years before, when Dolly was a child, the lodge had been roomy and comfortable, though, like all lodges, it stood sideways to the entrance avenue, and faced the south.