Her disbelief in his self-dissatisfaction delighted him, and

unconsciously he tried to draw her into giving utterance to the

grounds of her disbelief.

"I am happy, but dissatisfied with myself..." he said.

"Why, how can you be dissatisfied with yourself if you are

happy?"

"Well, how shall I say?... In my heart I really care for nothing

whatever but that you should not stumble--see? Oh, but really

you mustn't skip about like that!" he cried, breaking off to

scold her for too agile a movement in stepping over a branch that

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lay in the path. "But when I think about myself, and compare

myself with others, especially with my brother, I feel I'm a poor

creature."

"But in what way?" Kitty pursued with the same smile. "Don't you

too work for others? What about your co-operative settlement,

and your work on the estate, and your book?..."

"Oh, but I feel, and particularly just now--it's your fault," he

said, pressing her hand--"that all that doesn't count. I do it

in a way halfheartedly. If I could care for all that as I care

for you!... Instead of that, I do it in these days like a task

that is set me."

"Well, what would you say about papa?" asked Kitty. "Is he a

poor creature then, as he does nothing for the public good?"

"He?--no! But then one must have the simplicity, the

straightforwardness, the goodness of your father: and I haven't

got that. I do nothing, and I fret about it. It's all your

doing. Before there was you--and _this_ too," he added with a

glance towards her waist that she understood--"I put all my

energies into work; now I can't, and I'm ashamed; I do it just as

though it were a task set me, I'm pretending...."

"Well, but would you like to change this minute with Sergey

Ivanovitch?" said Kitty. "Would you like to do this work for the

general good, and to love the task set you, as he does, and

nothing else?"

"Of course not," said Levin. "But I'm so happy that I don't

understand anything. So you think he'll make her an offer

today?" he added after a brief silence.

"I think so, and I don't think so. Only, I'm awfully anxious for

it. Here, wait a minute." She stooped down and picked a wild

camomile at the edge of the path. "Come, count: he does propose,

he doesn't," she said, giving him the flower.




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