Anna Karenina - LimpidSoft

PART TWO CHAPTER 24
“I’m not too late?”
“All right! All right!” said the Englishman; “don’t upset yourself!”
Vronsky once more took in in one glance the exquisite lines of his favorite mare;
who was quivering all over, and with an effort he tore himself from the sight of her,
and went out of the stable. He went towards the pavilions at the most favorable
moment for escaping attention. The mile-and-a-half race was just finishing, and all
eyes were fixed on the horse-guard in front and the light hussar behind, urging their
horses on with a last effort close to the winning post. From the center and outside of
the ring all were crowding to the winning post, and a group of soldiers and officers
of the horse-guards were shouting loudly their delight at the expected triumph of
their officer and comrade. Vronsky moved into the middle of the crowd unnoticed,
almost at the very moment when the bell rang at the finish of the race, and the tall,
mudspattered horse-guard who came in first, bending over the saddle, let go the
reins of his panting gray horse that looked dark with sweat.
The horse, stiffening out its legs, with an effort stopped its rapid course, and the
officer of the horse-guards looked round him like a man waking up from a heavy
sleep, and just managed to smile. A crowd of friends and outsiders pressed round
him.
Vronsky intentionally avoided that select crowd of the upper world, which was
moving and talking with discreet freedom before the pavilions. He knew that
Madame Karenina was there, and Betsy, and his brother’s wife, and he purposely
did not go near them for fear of something distracting his attention. But he was continually
met and stopped by acquaintances, who told him about the previous races,
and kept asking him why he was so late.
At the time when the racers had to go to the pavilion to receive the prizes, and
all attention was directed to that point, Vronsky’s elder brother, Alexander, a colonel
with heavy fringed epaulets, came up to him. He was not tall, though as broadly
built as Alexey, and handsomer and rosier than he; he had a red nose, and an open,
drunken-looking face.
“Did you get my note?” he said. “There’s never any finding you.”
Alexander Vronsky, in spite of the dissolute life, and in especial the drunken
habits, for which he was notorious, was quite one of the court circle.
Now, as he talked to his brother of a matter bound to be exceedingly disagreeable
to him, knowing that the eyes of many people might be fixed upon him, he kept a
smiling countenance, as though he were jesting with his brother about something of
little moment.
“I got it, and I really can’t make out what you are worrying yourself about,” said
Alexey.
“I’m worrying myself because the remark has just been made to me that you
weren’t here, and that you were seen in Peterhof on Monday.”
“There are matters which only concern those directly interested in them, and the
matter you are so worried about is...”
“Yes, but if so, you may as well cut the service....”
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