Chapter 3

           

           “Youmethim?”sheasked,whentheyhadsatdownatthetableinthelamplight.“You’repunished,yousee,forbeinglate.”

           “Yes;buthowwasit?Wasn’thetobeatthecouncil?”

           “Hehadbeenandcomeback,andwasgoingoutsomewhereagain.Butthat’snomatter.Don’ttalkaboutit.Wherehaveyoubeen?Withtheprincestill?”

           Shekneweverydetailofhisexistence.Hewasgoingtosaythathehadbeenupallnightandhaddroppedasleep,butlookingatherthrilledandrapturousface,hewasashamed.Andhesaidhehadhadtogotoreportontheprince’sdeparture.

           “Butit’sovernow?Heisgone?”

           “ThankGodit’sover!Youwouldn’tbelievehowinsufferableit’sbeenforme.”

           “Whyso?Isn’titthelifeallofyou,allyoungmen,alwayslead?”shesaid,knittingherbrows;andtakingupthecrochetworkthatwaslyingonthetable,shebegandrawingthehookoutofit,withoutlookingatVronsky.

           “Igavethatlifeuplongago,”saidhe,wonderingatthechangeinherface,andtryingtodivineitsmeaning.“AndIconfess,”hesaid,withasmile,showinghisthick,whiteteeth,“thisweekI’vebeen,asitwere,lookingatmyselfinaglass,seeingthatlife,andIdidn’tlikeit.”

           Sheheldtheworkinherhands,butdidnotcrochet,andlookedathimwithstrange,shining,andhostileeyes.

           “ThismorningLizacametoseemethey’renotafraidtocallonme,inspiteoftheCountessLidiaIvanovna,”sheputin“andshetoldmeaboutyourAthenianevening.Howloathsome!”

           “Iwasjustgoingtosay....”

           Sheinterruptedhim.

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