"Well, this fellow's appetite!" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, laughing and pointing at Vassenka Veslovsky.

" I never suffer from loss of appetite, but he's really marvelous!..." "Well, it can't be helped," said Levin, looking gloomily at Veslovsky.

" Well, Philip, give me some beef, then.

" "The beef's been eaten, and the bones given to the dogs," answered Philip.

Levin was so hurt that he said, in a tone of vexation, "You might have left me something!" and he felt ready to cry.