Anna Karenina - LimpidSoft

PART THREE CHAPTER 10
Chapter 10
“Kitty writes to me that there’s nothing she longs for so much as quiet and solitude,”
Dolly said after the silence that had followed.
“And how is she–better?” Levin asked in agitation.
“Thank God, she’s quite well again. I never believed her lungs were affected.”
“Oh, I’m very glad!” said Levin, and Dolly fancied she saw something touching,
helpless, in his face as he said this and looked silently into her face.
“Let me ask you, Konstantin Dmitrievitch,” said Darya Alexandrovna, smiling her
kindly and rather mocking smile, “why is it you are angry with Kitty?”
“I? I’m not angry with her,” said Levin.
“Yes, you are angry. Why was it you did not come to see us nor them when you
were in Moscow?”
“Darya Alexandrovna,” he said, blushing up to the roots of his hair, “I wonder
really that with your kind heart you don’t feel this. How it is you feel no pity for me,
if nothing else, when you know...”
“What do I know?”
“You know I made an offer and that I was refused,” said Levin, and all the tenderness
he had been feeling for Kitty a minute before was replaced by a feeling of anger
for the slight he had suffered.
“What makes you suppose I know?”
“Because everybody knows it...”
“That’s just where you are mistaken; I did not know it, though I had guessed it
was so.”
“Well, now you know it.”
“All I knew was that something had happened that made her dreadfully miserable,
and that she begged me never to speak of it. And if she would not tell me, she
would certainly not speak of it to anyone else. But what did pass between you? Tell
me.”
“I have told you.”
“When was it?”
“When I was at their house the last time.”
“Do you know that,” said Darya Alexandrovna, “I am awfully, awfully sorry for
her. You suffer only from pride....”
“Perhaps so,” said Levin, “but...”
She interrupted him.
“But she, poor girl...I am awfully, awfully sorry for her. Now I see it all.”
“Well, Darya Alexandrovna, you must excuse me,” he said, getting up. “Goodbye,
Darya Alexandrovna, till we meet again.”
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