in!'

'And how did Mr. Insarov manage it? why the German was three times
his size?' said Zoya.

'I'll tell you,' answered Uvar Ivanovitch, rubbing his eyes, 'I
saw; with one arm about his waist, he tripped him up, and he went plop!
I heard--a splash--there he went.'

Long after the carriages had started, long after the castle of
Tsaritsino was out of sight, Uvar Ivanovitch was still unable to
regain his composure. Shubin, who was again with him in the carriage,
began to cry shame on him at last.

Insarov felt ashamed. He sat in the coach facing Elena (Bersenyev had
taken his seat on the box), and he said nothing; she too was silent.
He thought that she was condemning his action; but she did not condemn
him. She had been scared at the first minute; then the expression of
his face had impressed her; afterwards she pondered on it all. It was
not quite clear to her what the nature of her reflections was. The
emotion she had felt during the day had passed away; that she
realised; but its place had been taken by another feeling which she
did not yet fully understand. The _partie de plaisir_ had been
prolonged too late; insensibly evening passed into night. The carriage
rolled swiftly along, now beside ripening cornfields, where the air
was heavy and fragrant with the smell of wheat; now beside wide
meadows, from which a sudden wave of freshness blew lightly in the
face. The sky seemed to lie like smoke over the horizon. At last the
moon rose, dark and red. Anna Vassilyevna was dozing; Zoya had poked
her head out of window and was staring at the road. It occurred to