If Levin had been alone now with his brother Nikolay, he would have looked at him with terror, and with still greater terror waited, and would not have known what else to do.

More than that, he did not know what to say, how to look, how to move.

To talk of outside things seemed to him shocking, impossible, to talk of death and depressing subjects--also impossible.

To be silent, also impossible.

" If I look at him he will think I am studying him, I am afraid; if I don't look at him, he'll think I'm thinking of other things.