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PART TWO CHAPTER 7
“Even after marriage?” said the ambassador’s wife playfully.
“‘It’s never too late to mend.”’ The attaché repeated the English proverb.
“Just so,” Betsy agreed; “one must make mistakes and correct them. What do you
think about it?” she turned to Anna, who, with a faintly perceptible resolute smile
on her lips, was listening in silence to the conversation.
“I think,” said Anna, playing with the glove she had taken off, “I think...of so
many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.”
Vronsky was gazing at Anna, and with a fainting heart waiting for what she would
say. He sighed as after a danger escaped when she uttered these words.
Anna suddenly turned to him.
“Oh, I have had a letter from Moscow. They write me that Kitty Shtcherbatskaya’s
very ill.”
“Really?” said Vronsky, knitting his brows.
Anna looked sternly at him.
“That doesn’t interest you?”
“On the contrary, it does, very much. What was it exactly they told you, if I may
know?” he questioned.
Anna got up and went to Betsy.
“Give me a cup of tea,” she said, standing at her table.
While Betsy was pouring out the tea, Vronsky went up to Anna.
“What is it they write to you?” he repeated.
“I often think men have no understanding of what’s not honorable though they’re
always talking of it,” said Anna, without answering him. “I’ve wanted to tell you so
a long while,” she added, and moving a few steps away, she sat down at a table in a
corner covered with albums.
“I don’t quite understand the meaning of your words,” he said, handing her the
cup.
She glanced towards the sofa beside her, and he instantly sat down.
“Yes, I have been wanting to tell you,” she said, not looking at him. “You behaved
wrongly, very wrongly.”
“Do you suppose I don’t know that I’ve acted wrongly? But who was the cause of
my doing so?”
“What do you say that to me for?” she said, glancing severely at him.
“You know what for,” he answered boldly and joyfully, meeting her glance and
not dropping his eyes.
Not he, but she, was confused.
“That only shows you have no heart,” she said. But her eyes said that she knew
he had a heart, and that was why she was afraid of him.
“What you spoke of just now was a mistake, and not love.”
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