Анна Кареніна

Chapter 7

           

           Vassenkameanwhile,utterlyunsuspectingthemiseryhispresencehadoccasioned,gotupfromthetableafterKitty,andwatchingherwithsmilingandadmiringeyes,hefollowedher.

           Levinsawthatlook.Heturnedwhite,andforaminutehecouldhardlybreathe.“Howdarehelookatmywifelikethat!”wasthefeelingthatboiledwithinhim.

           “Tomorrow,then?Do,please,letusgo,”saidVassenka,sittingdownonachair,andagaincrossinghislegashishabitwas.

           Levin’sjealousywentfurtherstill.Alreadyhesawhimselfadeceivedhusband,lookeduponbyhiswifeandherloverassimplynecessarytoprovidethemwiththeconveniencesandpleasuresoflife....ButinspiteofthathemadepoliteandhospitableinquiriesofVassenkaabouthisshooting,hisgun,andhisboots,andagreedtogoshootingnextday.

           HappilyforLevin,theoldprincesscutshorthisagoniesbygettingupherselfandadvisingKittytogotobed.ButevenatthispointLevincouldnotescapeanotheragony.Ashesaidgood-nighttohishostess,Vassenkawouldagainhavekissedherhand,butKitty,reddening,drewbackherhandandsaidwithanaïvebluntness,forwhichtheoldprincessscoldedherafterwards:

           “Wedon’tlikethatfashion.”

           InLevin’seyesshewastoblameforhavingallowedsuchrelationstoarise,andstillmoretoblameforshowingsoawkwardlythatshedidnotlikethem.

           “Why,howcanonewanttogotobed!”saidStepanArkadyevitch,who,afterdrinkingseveralglassesofwineatsupper,wasnowinhismostcharmingandsentimentalhumor.

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