Chapter 11

           

           Levinemptiedhisglass,andtheyweresilentforawhile.

           “There’soneotherthingIoughttotellyou.DoyouknowVronsky?”StepanArkadyevitchaskedLevin.

           “No,Idon’t.Whydoyouask?”

           “Giveusanotherbottle,”StepanArkadyevitchdirectedtheTatar,whowasfillinguptheirglassesandfidgetingroundthemjustwhenhewasnotwanted.

           “WhyyououghttoknowVronskyisthathe’soneofyourrivals.”

           “Who’sVronsky?”saidLevin,andhisfacewassuddenlytransformedfromthelookofchildlikeecstasywhichOblonskyhadjustbeenadmiringtoanangryandunpleasantexpression.

           “VronskyisoneofthesonsofCountKirillIvanovitchVronsky,andoneofthefinestspecimensofthegildedyouthofPetersburg.ImadehisacquaintanceinTverwhenIwasthereonofficialbusiness,andhecamethereforthelevyofrecruits.Fearfullyrich,handsome,greatconnections,anaide-de-camp,andwithallthataverynice,good-naturedfellow.Buthe’smorethansimplyagood-naturedfellow,asI’vefoundoutherehe’sacultivatedman,too,andveryintelligent;he’samanwho’llmakehismark.”

           Levinscowledandwasdumb.

           “Well,heturnedupheresoonafteryou’dgone,andasIcansee,he’soverheadandearsinlovewithKitty,andyouknowthathermother....”

           “Excuseme,butIknownothing,”saidLevin,frowninggloomily.AndimmediatelyherecollectedhisbrotherNikolayandhowhatefulhewastohavebeenabletoforgethim.

           “Youwaitabit,waitabit,”saidStepanArkadyevitch,smilingandtouchinghishand.

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