over something. It was Kitty with the nurse. The rain was already ceasing, and it was beginning to get light when Levin reached them. The nurse was not wet on the lower part of her dress, but Kitty was drenched through, and her soaked clothes clung to her. Though the rain was over, they still stood in the same position in which they had been standing when the storm broke. Both stood bending over a perambulator with a green umbrella.

`Alive? Unhurt? Thank God!' he said, splashing with his soaked boots through the standing water and running up to them.

Kitty's rosy wet face was turned toward him, and she smiled timidly under her shapeless sopping hat.

`Aren't you ashamed of yourself? I can't think how you can be so reckless!' he said angrily to his wife.

`It wasn't my fault, really. We were just intending to go, when he made such a to-do that we had to change him. We were just...' Kitty began defending herself.

Mitia was unharmed, dry, and still fast asleep.

`Well, thank God! I don't know what I'm saying!'

They gathered up the baby's wet belongings; the nurse picked up the baby and carried it. Levin walked beside his wife, and, penitent for having been angry, he squeezed her hand when the nurse was not looking.