Анна Кареніна

           Themare’sexcitementhadinfectedVronsky.Hefeltthathisheartwasthrobbing,andthathe,too,likethemare,longedtomove,tobite;itwasbothdreadfulanddelicious.

           “Well,Irelyonyou,then,”hesaidtotheEnglishman;“half-pastsixontheground.”

           “Allright,”saidtheEnglishman.“Oh,whereareyougoing,mylord?”heaskedsuddenly,usingthetitle“mylord,”whichhehadscarcelyeverusedbefore.

           Vronskyinamazementraisedhishead,andstared,asheknewhowtostare,notintotheEnglishman’seyes,butathisforehead,astoundedattheimpertinenceofhisquestion.ButrealizingthatinaskingthistheEnglishmanhadbeenlookingathimnotasanemployer,butasajockey,heanswered:

           “I’vegottogotoBryansky’s;Ishallbehomewithinanhour.”

           “HowoftenI’maskedthatquestiontoday!”hesaidtohimself,andheblushed,athingwhichrarelyhappenedtohim.TheEnglishmanlookedgravelyathim;and,asthoughhe,too,knewwhereVronskywasgoing,headded:

           “Thegreatthing’stokeepquietbeforearace,”saidhe;“don’tgetoutoftemperorupsetaboutanything.”

           “Allright,”answeredVronsky,smiling;andjumpingintohiscarriage,hetoldthemantodrivetoPeterhof.

           Beforehehaddrivenmanypacesaway,thedarkcloudsthathadbeenthreateningrainalldaybroke,andtherewasaheavydownpourofrain.

           “Whatapity!”thoughtVronsky,puttinguptheroofofthecarriage.“Itwasmuddybefore,nowitwillbeaperfectswamp.