"There was absolutely nothing in it. That's just what I say, it

was awfully stupid. Well, then, when do you think of going?"

Anna shook her head as though trying to drive away some

unpleasant idea.

"When? Why, the sooner the better! By tomorrow we shan't be

ready. The day after tomorrow."

"Yes...oh, no, wait a minute! The day after to-morrow's Sunday,

I have to be at maman's," said Vronsky, embarrassed, because as

soon as he uttered his mother's name he was aware of her intent,

suspicious eyes. His embarrassment confirmed her suspicion. She

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flushed hotly and drew away from him. It was now not the Queen

of Sweden's swimming-mistress who filled Anna's imagination, but

the young Princess Sorokina. She was staying in a village near

Moscow with Countess Vronskaya.

"Can't you go tomorrow?" she said.

"Well, no! The deeds and the money for the business I'm going

there for I can't get by tomorrow," he answered.

"If so, we won't go at all."

"But why so?"

"I shall not go later. Monday or never!"

"What for?" said Vronsky, as though in amazement. "Why, there's

no meaning in it!"

"There's no meaning in it to you, because you care nothing for

me. You don't care to understand my life. The one thing that I

cared for here was Hannah. You say it's affectation. Why, you

said yesterday that I don't love my daughter, that I love this

English girl, that it's unnatural. I should like to know what

life there is for me that could be natural!"

For an instant she had a clear vision of what she was doing, and

was horrified at how she had fallen away from her resolution.

But even though she knew it was her own ruin, she could not

restrain herself, could not keep herself from proving to him that

he was wrong, could not give way to him.

"I never said that; I said I did not sympathize with this sudden

passion."

"How is it, though you boast of your straightforwardness, you

don't tell the truth?"

"I never boast, and I never tell lies," he said slowly,

restraining his rising anger. "It's a great pity if you can't

respect..."

"Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should

be. And if you don't love me any more, it would be better and

more honest to say so."

"No, this is becoming unbearable!" cried Vronsky, getting up from

his chair; and stopping short, facing her, he said, speaking

deliberately: "What do you try my patience for?" looking as

though he might have said much more, but was restraining himself.

"It has limits."




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