Never before had Levin felt so glad when an evening was over and it was time to go to bed. Never had he been so unnatural and artificial, even with an outsider or when making a formal call, as he was that day.
Jamás Levin se alegró tanto como aquel día de que llegase la hora de irse a dormir; jamás ante ningún extraño, en ninguna visita de cumplido, estuvo tan falso y artificial.