Seeing Alexei Alexandrovich with his spick-and-span Peterburg face and austerely self-confident figure, in his round hat, with his rather prominent spine, he believed in him, and was aware of a disagreeable sensation, such as might be felt by a man who, tortured by thirst, finds, on reaching a spring, a dog, a sheep or a pig therein that has not only drunk of it, but also muddied the water. Alexei Alexandrovich's manner of walking, gyrating his whole pelvis and his flat feet, was especially offensive to Vronsky.
He could recognize in no one but himself an indubitable right to love her.
But she was still the same, and the sight of her affected him the same way, physically reviving him, stirring him, and filling his soul with happiness.
He told his German valet, who ran up to him from the second class, to take his things and go on, he himself went up to her. He saw the first meeting between the husband and wife, and noted, with a lover's insight, the sign of the slight embarrassment with which she spoke to her husband. `No, she does not love him, and cannot love him,' he decided to himself.
At the very moment that he was approaching Anna Arkadyevna from the back, he noticed with joy that she was conscious of his drawing near, and that she looked round; after which, seeing him, she turned again to her husband.
`Have you had a good night?' he said, bowing both to her and to her husband, and leaving it to Alexei Alexandrovich to accept the bow on his own account, and to return it or not, as he might see fit.
`Thank you - a very good one,' she answered.
Her face seemed tired, and lacking in that play of animation which usually hovered between her smile and her eyes; but for a single instant, as she glanced at him, something flashed in her eyes, and although this flash died away at once, he was made happy by that moment. She glanced at her husband, to find out whether he knew Vronsky. Alexei Alexandrovich was regarding Vronsky with displeasure, absent-mindedly trying to recall who he was. Vronsky's calmness and self-confidence had here run up, like a scythe against a stone, on the frigid self-confidence of Alexei Alexandrovich.
`Count Vronsky,' said Anna.
`Ah! We are acquainted, I believe,' said Alexei Alexandrovich apathetically, proffering his hand. `You set out with the mother and return with the son,' he said to Anna, articulating distinctly, as though each word were a coin of high value bestowed by him on his hearers. - `You're back from leave, I suppose?' he said, and without waiting for a reply, he addressed his wife in his bantering tone: `Well, were a great many tears shed in Moscow at parting?'
By addressing his wife thus he meant Vronsky to perceive that he wished to be left alone, and, turning slightly toward him, he touched his hat; but Vronsky turned to Anna Arkadyevna:
`I hope to have the honor of calling on you,' he said.
Alexei Alexandrovich glanced with his weary eyes at Vronsky.
`Delighted,' he said coldly. `We're at home Mondays.' Then, dismissing Vronsky entirely, he said to his wife: `I am rather lucky to have just half an hour to meet you, so that I can prove to you my fondness,' he went on, in the same bantering tone.
`You lay too great a stress on your fondness for me to value it very much,' she responded in the same bantering tone, involuntarily listening to the sound of Vronsky's steps behind them. `But what have I to do with that?' she said to herself, and began questioning her husband as to how Seriozha had got on without her.
`Oh, capitally! Mariette says he has been a very darling boy, and... I must disappoint you... But he has not languished for you as your husband has. But once more merci, my dear, for bestowing a whole day upon me. Our dear Samovar will be enraptured.' (He called the Countess Lidia Ivanovna, well known in society, a samovar , because she was bubbling over with excitement on any and every occasion.) `She has been asking for you. And, d'you know, if I may venture to advise you, you ought to go to see her today. You know how she takes everything to heart. Just now, with all her own cares, she's anxious about the reconciliation of the Oblonskys.'
The Countess Lidia Ivanovna was a friend of her husband's, and the center of that one of the coteries of the Peterburg beau monde with which Anna was, through her husband, in the closest rapport.
`But I wrote to her.'
`Yes, but she must have full details. Go to see her, if you're not too tired, my dear. Well, Kondratii will take you in the carriage, while I go to my committee. Once more I shall not be alone at dinner,'
Alexei Alexandrovich continued, but no longer in a jesting tone. `You wouldn't believe how I've grown used to you....'
And, with a prolonged pressure of her hand, and a particular smile, he helped her into her carriage.
[Next Chapter] [Table of Contents]TOLSTOY: Anna Karenina Part 1, Chapter 32[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] Chapter 32 The first person to meet Anna at home was her son. He dashed down the stairs to her, in spite of the governes'ss call, and with frenzied rapture shrieked:
`Mother! mother!' Running up to her, he hung on her neck.
`I told you it was mother!' he shouted to the governess. `I knew it!'
And her son, like her husband, aroused in Anna a feeling akin to disappointment. In her imagination he had been better than he was in reality. She had to descend to reality to enjoy him as he was. But, even so, he was charming, with his fair curls, his blue eyes and his chubby, graceful little legs in tightly pulled-up stockings. Anna experienced an almost physical delight in the sensation of his nearness, and his caresses;and a moral reassurance, when she met his ingenuous, trusting and loving glance, and heard his naive questions. Anna took out the presents Dolly's children had sent him, and told her son about Tania, a little girl in Moscow, and how Tania could read, and even taught the other children.
`Why, am I not as good as she?' asked Seriozha.
`To me you're better than anyone else in the whole world.'
`I know that,' said Seriozha, smiling.
