"I don't understand," she answered, panic-stricken; "you mean you

want to give it up...don't want it?"

"Yes, if you don't love me."

"You're out of your mind!" she cried, turning crimson with

vexation. But his face was so piteous, that she restrained her

vexation, and flinging some clothes off an arm-chair, she sat

down beside him. "What are you thinking? tell me all."

"I am thinking you can't love me. What can you love me for?"

"My God! what can I do?..." she said, and burst into tears.

"Oh! what have I done?" he cried, and kneeling before her, he

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fell to kissing her hands.

When the princess came into the room five minutes later, she

found them completely reconciled. Kitty had not simply assured

him that she loved him, but had gone so far--in answer to his

question, what she loved him for--as to explain what for. She

told him that she loved him because she understood him

completely, because she knew what he would like, and because

everything he liked was good. And this seemed to him perfectly

clear. When the princess came to them, they were sitting side by

side on the chest, sorting the dresses and disputing over Kitty's

wanting to give Dunyasha the brown dress she had been wearing

when Levin proposed to her, while he insisted that that dress

must never be given away, but Dunyasha must have the blue one.

"How is it you don't see? She's a brunette, and it won't suit

her.... I've worked it all out."

Hearing why he had come, the princess was half humorously, half

seriously angry with him, and sent him home to dress and not to

hinder Kitty's hair-dressing, as Charles the hair-dresser was

just coming.

"As it is, she's been eating nothing lately and is losing her

looks, and then you must come and upset her with your nonsense,"

she said to him. "Get along with you, my dear!"

Levin, guilty and shamefaced, but pacified, went back to his

hotel. His brother, Darya Alexandrovna, and Stepan Arkadyevitch,

all in full dress, were waiting for him to bless him with the

holy picture. There was no time to lose. Darya Alexandrovna had

to drive home again to fetch her curled and pomaded son, who was

to carry the holy pictures after the bride. Then a carriage had

to be sent for the best man, and another that would take Sergey

Ivanovitch away would have to be sent back.... Altogether

there were a great many most complicated matters to be considered

and arranged. One thing was unmistakable, that there must be no

delay, as it was already half-past six.




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