He positively would not go out to take his constitutional till well after dusk, when it was quite dark.
A week passed and he still did not know whether he were betrothed or not, and could not find out for a fact, however much he tried.

He had not yet seen his future bride, and did not know whether she was to be his bride or not; did not, in fact, know whether there was anything serious in it at all.

Varvara Petrovna, for some reason, resolutely refused to admit him to her presence.

In answer to one of his first letters to her (and he wrote a great number of them) she begged him plainly to spare her all communications with him for a time, because she was very busy, and having a great deal of the utmost importance to communicate to him she was waiting for a more free moment to do so, and that she would let him know _in time_ when he could come to see her.

She declared she would send back his letters unopened, as they were "simple self-indulgence." I read that letter myself--he showed it me.
Yet all this harshness and indefiniteness were nothing compared with his chief anxiety.