"I am very glad, she seems a nice gi..." Sergey Ivanovitch was beginning.
"Don't say it! don't say it!" shouted Levin, clutching at the collar of his fur coat with both hands, and muffling him up in it.
" She's a nice girl" were such simple, humble words, so out of harmony with his feeling.
Sergey Ivanovitch laughed outright a merry laugh, which was rare with him.