Анна Кареніна

Chapter 33

           Helookedrounddiscreetly,buthewasnotseekingher;expectingtheworst,hiseyessoughtforAlexeyAlexandrovitch.TohisreliefAlexeyAlexandrovitchwasnotinthetheaterthatevening.

           “Howlittleofthemilitarymanthereisleftinyou!”Serpuhovskoywassayingtohim.“Adiplomat,anartist,somethingofthatsort,onewouldsay.”

           “Yes,itwaslikegoingbackhomewhenIputonablackcoat,”answeredVronsky,smilingandslowlytakingouthisopera-glass.

           “Well,I’llownIenvyyouthere.WhenIcomebackfromabroadandputonthis,”hetouchedhisepaulets,“Iregretmyfreedom.”

           SerpuhovskoyhadlonggivenupallhopeofVronsky’scareer,buthelikedhimasbefore,andwasnowparticularlycordialtohim.

           “Whatapityyouwerenotintimeforthefirstact!”

           Vronsky,listeningwithoneear,movedhisopera-glassfromthestallsandscannedtheboxes.Nearaladyinaturbanandabaldoldman,whoseemedtowaveangrilyinthemovingopera-glass,VronskysuddenlycaughtsightofAnna’shead,proud,strikinglybeautiful,andsmilingintheframeoflace.Shewasinthefifthbox,twentypacesfromhim.Shewassittinginfront,andslightlyturning,wassayingsomethingtoYashvin.Thesettingofherheadonherhandsome,broadshoulders,andtherestrainedexcitementandbrillianceofhereyesandherwholefaceremindedhimofherjustashehadseenherattheballinMoscow.Buthefeltutterlydifferenttowardsherbeautynow.

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