He was a new admirer of Sappho's. He now dogged her footsteps,

like Vaska.

Soon after Prince Kaluzhsky arrived, and Liza Merkalova with

Stremov. Liza Merkalova was a thin brunette, with an Oriental,

languid type of face, and--as everyone used to say--exquisite

enigmatic eyes. The tone of her dark dress (Anna immediately

observed and appreciated the fact) was in perfect harmony with

her style of beauty. Liza was as soft and enervated as Sappho

was smart and abrupt.

But to Anna's taste Liza was far more attractive. Betsy had said

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to Anna that she had adopted the pose of an innocent child, but

when Anna saw her, she felt that this was not the truth. She

really was both innocent and corrupt, but a sweet and passive

woman. It is true that her tone was the same as Sappho's; that

like Sappho, she had two men, one young and one old, tacked onto

her, and devouring her with their eyes. But there was something

in her higher than what surrounded her. There was in her the

glow of the real diamond among glass imitations. This glow shone

out in her exquisite, truly enigmatic eyes. The weary, and at

the same time passionate, glance of those eyes, encircled by dark

rings, impressed one by its perfect sincerity. Everyone looking

into those eyes fancied he knew her wholly, and knowing her,

could not but love her. At the sight of Anna, her whole face

lighted up at once with a smile of delight.

"Ah, how glad I am to see you!" she said, going up to her.

"Yesterday at the races all I wanted was to get to you, but

you'd gone away. I did so want to see you, yesterday especially.

Wasn't it awful?" she said, looking at Anna with eyes that seemed

to lay bare all her soul.

"Yes; I had no idea it would be so thrilling," said Anna,

blushing.

The company got up at this moment to go into the garden.

"I'm not going," said Liza, smiling and settling herself close to

Anna. "You won't go either, will you? Who wants to play

croquet?"

"Oh, I like it," said Anna.

"There, how do you manage never to be bored by things? It's

delightful to look at you. You're alive, but I'm bored."

"How can you be bored? Why, you live in the liveliest set in

Petersburg," said Anna.

"Possibly the people who are not of our set are even more bored;

but we--I certainly--are not happy, but awfully, awfully

bored."




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