Chapter 10

           “Kittywritestomethatthere’snothingshelongsforsomuchasquietandsolitude,”Dollysaidafterthesilencethathadfollowed.

           “Andhowisshe—better?”Levinaskedinagitation.

           “ThankGod,she’squitewellagain.Ineverbelievedherlungswereaffected.”

           “Oh,I’mveryglad!”saidLevin,andDollyfanciedshesawsomethingtouching,helpless,inhisfaceashesaidthisandlookedsilentlyintoherface.

           “Letmeaskyou,KonstantinDmitrievitch,”saidDaryaAlexandrovna,smilingherkindlyandrathermockingsmile,“whyisityouareangrywithKitty?”

           “I?I’mnotangrywithher,”saidLevin.

           “Yes,youareangry.WhywasityoudidnotcometoseeusnorthemwhenyouwereinMoscow?”

           “DaryaAlexandrovna,”hesaid,blushinguptotherootsofhishair,“Iwonderreallythatwithyourkindheartyoudon’tfeelthis.Howitisyoufeelnopityforme,ifnothingelse,whenyouknow....”

           “WhatdoIknow?”

           “YouknowImadeanofferandthatIwasrefused,”saidLevin,andallthetendernesshehadbeenfeelingforKittyaminutebeforewasreplacedbyafeelingofangerfortheslighthehadsuffered.

           “WhatmakesyousupposeIknow?”

           “Becauseeverybodyknowsit....”

           “That’sjustwhereyouaremistaken;Ididnotknowit,thoughIhadguesseditwasso.”

           “Well,nowyouknowit.”

           “AllIknewwasthatsomethinghadhappenedthatmadeherdreadfullymiserable,andthatshebeggedmenevertospeakofit.Andifshewouldnottellme,shewouldcertainlynotspeakofittoanyoneelse.Butwhatdidpassbetweenyou?Tellme.