Anna was upstairs, standing before the looking glass, and, with

Annushka's assistance, pinning the last ribbon on her gown when

she heard carriage wheels crunching the gravel at the entrance.

"It's too early for Betsy," she thought, and glancing out of the

window she caught sight of the carriage and the black hat of

Alexey Alexandrovitch, and the ears that she knew so well

sticking up each side of it. "How unlucky! Can he be going to

stay the night?" she wondered, and the thought of all that might

come of such a chance struck her as so awful and terrible that,

without dwelling on it for a moment, she went down to meet him

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with a bright and radiant face; and conscious of the presence of

that spirit of falsehood and deceit in herself that she had come

to know of late, she abandoned herself to that spirit and began

talking, hardly knowing what she was saying.

"Ah, how nice of you!" she said, giving her husband her hand, and

greeting Sludin, who was like one of the family, with a smile.

"You're staying the night, I hope?" was the first word the spirit

of falsehood prompted her to utter; "and now we'll go together.

Only it's a pity I've promised Betsy. She's coming for me."

Alexey Alexandrovitch knit his brows at Betsy's name.

"Oh, I'm not going to separate the inseparables," he said in his

usual bantering tone. "I'm going with Mihail Vassilievitch. I'm

ordered exercise by the doctors too. I'll walk, and fancy myself

at the springs again."

"There's no hurry," said Anna. "Would you like tea?"

She rang.

"Bring in tea, and tell Seryozha that Alexey Alexandrovitch is

here. Well, tell me, how have you been? Mihail Vassilievitch,

you've not been to see me before. Look how lovely it is out on

the terrace," she said, turning first to one and then to the

other.

She spoke very simply and naturally, but too much and too fast.

She was the more aware of this from noticing in the inquisitive

look Mihail Vassilievitch turned on her that he was, as it were,

keeping watch on her.

Mihail Vassilievitch promptly went out on the terrace.

She sat down beside her husband.

"You don't look quite well," she said.

"Yes," he said; "the doctor's been with me today and wasted an

hour of my time. I feel that some one of our friends must have

sent him: my health's so precious, it seems."




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