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staying so long in Dolly’s room, she must have had with her. But in her
expression of restrained excitement, and of a sort of reserve, he could
find nothing but the beauty that always bewitched him afresh though
he was used to it, the consciousness of it, and the desire that it should
affect him. He did not want to ask her what they had been talking of,
but he hoped that she would tell him something of her own accord.
But she only said:
“I am so glad you like Dolly. You do, don’t you?”
“Oh, I’ve known her a long while, you know. She’s very good-
hearted, I suppose, mais excessivement terre-a-terre. Still, I’m very
glad to see her.”
He took Anna’s hand and looked inquiringly into her eyes.
Misinterpreting the look, she smiled to him. Next morning, in spite
of the protests of her hosts, Darya Alexandrovna prepared for her
homeward journey. Levin’s coachman, in his by no means new coat
and shabby hat, with his ill-matched horses and his coach with the
patched mud-guards, drove with gloomy determination into the cov-
ered gravel approach.
Darya Alexandrovna disliked taking leave of Princess Varvara and
the gentlemen of the party. After a day spent together, both she and
her hosts were distinctly aware that they did not get on together, and
that it was better for them not to meet. Only Anna was sad. She knew
that now, from Dolly’s departure, no one again would stir up within her
soul the feelings that had been roused by their conversation. It hurt
her to stir up these feelings, but yet she knew that that was the best
part of her soul, and that that part of her soul would quickly be smoth-
ered in the life she was leading.
As she drove out into the open country, Darya Alexandrovna had
a delightful sense of relief, and she felt tempted to ask the two men
how they had liked being at Vronsky’s, when suddenly the coachman,
Philip, expressed himself unasked:
“Rolling in wealth they may be, but three pots of oats was all they
gave us. Everything cleared up till there wasn’t a grain left by cockcrow.
What are three pots? A mere mouthful! And oats now down to forty-
five kopecks. At our place, no fear, all comers may have as much as they
can eat.”
“The master’s a screw,” put in the counting house clerk.
“Well, did you like their horses?” asked Dolly.
“The horses!—there’s no two opinions about them. And the food
was good. But it seemed to me sort of dreary there, Darya Alexandrovna.
I don’t know what you thought,” he said, turning his handsome, good-
natured face to her.
“I thought so too. Well, shall we get home by evening?”
“Eh, we must!”
On reaching home and finding everyone entirely satisfactory and
particularly charming, Darya Alexandrovna began with great liveli-
ness telling them how she had arrived, how warmly they had received
her, of the luxury and good taste in which the Vronskys lived, and of
their recreations, and she would not allow a word to be said against
them.
“One has to know Anna and Vronsky—I have got to know him
better now—to see how nice they are, and how touching,” she said,
speaking now with perfect sincerity, and forgetting the vague feeling of
dissatisfaction and awkwardness she had experienced there.