Anna Karenina - LimpidSoft

PART FOUR CHAPTER 16
Chapter 16
THE princess sat in her armchair, silent and smiling; the prince sat down beside
her. Kitty stood by her father’s chair, still holding his hand. All were silent.
The princess was the first to put everything into words, and to translate all
thoughts and feelings into practical questions. And all equally felt this strange and
painful for the first minute.
“When is it to be? We must have the benediction and announcement. And when’s
the wedding to be? What do you think, Alexander?”
“Here he is,” said the old prince, pointing to Levin–”he’s the principal person in
the matter.”
“When?” said Levin blushing. “Tomorrow; If you ask me, I should say, the benediction
today and the wedding tomorrow.”
“Come, mon cher, that’s nonsense!”
“Well, in a week.”
“He’s quite mad.”
“No, why so?”
“Well, upon my word!” said the mother, smiling, delighted at this haste. “How
about the trousseau?”
“Will there really be a trousseau and all that?” Levin thought with horror. “But can
the trousseau and the benediction and all that–can it spoil my happiness? Nothing
can spoil it!” He glanced at Kitty, and noticed that she was not in the least, not in
the very least, disturbed by the idea of the trousseau. “Then it must be all right,” he
thought.
“Oh, I know nothing about it; I only said what I should like,” he said apologetically.
“We’ll talk it over, then. The benediction and announcement can take place now.
That’s very well.”
The princess went up to her husband, kissed him, and would have gone away,
but he kept her, embraced her, and, tenderly as a young lover, kissed her several
times, smiling. The old people were obviously muddled for a moment, and did not
quite know whether it was they who were in love again or their daughter. When the
prince and the princess had gone, Levin went up to his betrothed and took her hand.
He was self-possessed now and could speak, and he had a great deal he wanted to
tell her. But he said not at all what he had to say.
“How I knew it would be so! I never hoped for it; and yet in my
heart I was always sure,” he said. “I believe that it was ordained.”
“And I!” she said. “Even when....” She stopped and went on again, looking at
him resolutely with her truthful eyes, “Even when I thrust from me my happiness.
I always loved you alone, but I was carried away. I ought to tell you.... Can you
forgive that?”
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