At his usual time he got up and made his toilet for the night.

Anna Arkadyevna had not yet come in.

With a book under his arm he went upstairs.

But this evening, instead of his usual thoughts and meditations upon official details, his thoughts were absorbed by his wife and something disagreeable connected with her.

Contrary to his usual habit, he did not get into bed, but fell to walking up and down the rooms with his hands clasped behind his back.