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PART FIVE CHAPTER 24
Chapter 24
THE levee was drawing to a close. People met as they were going away, and gossiped
of the latest news, of the newly bestowed honors and the changes in the
positions of the higher functionaries.
“If only Countess Marya Borissovna were Minister of War, and Princess
Vatkovskaya were Commander-in-Chief,” said a gray-headed, little old man in a
gold-embroidered uniform, addressing a tall, handsome maid of honor who had
questioned him about the new appointments.
“And me among the adjutants,” said the maid of honor, smiling.
“You have an appointment already. You’re over the ecclesiastical department. And
your assistant’s Karenin.”
“Good-day, prince!” said the little old man to a man who came up to him.
“What were you saying of Karenin?” said the prince.
“He and Putyatov have received the Alexander Nevsky.”
“I thought he had it already.”
“No. Just look at him,” said the little old man, pointing with his embroidered hat
to Karenin in a court uniform with the new red ribbon across his shoulders, standing
in the doorway of the hall with an influential member of the Imperial Council.
“Pleased and happy as a brass farthing,” he added, stopping to shake hands with a
handsome gentleman of the bedchamber of colossal proportions.
“No; he’s looking older,” said the gentleman of the bedchamber.
“From overwork. He’s always drawing up projects nowadays. He won’t let a poor
devil go nowadays till he’s explained it all to him under heads.”
“Looking older, did you say? Il fait des passions. I believe Countess Lidia
Ivanovna’s jealous now of his wife.”
“Oh, come now, please don’t say any harm of Countess Lidia Ivanovna.”
“Why, is there any harm in her being in love with Karenin?”
“But is it true Madame Karenina’s here?”
“Well, not here in the palace, but in Petersburg. I met her yesterday with Alexey
Vronsky, bras dessous, bras dessous, in the Morsky.”
“C’est un homme qui n’a pas...” the gentleman of the bedchamber was beginning,
but he stopped to make room, bowing, for a member of the Imperial family to pass.
Thus people talked incessantly of Alexey Alexandrovitch, finding fault with him
and laughing at him, while he, blocking up the way of the member of the Imperial
Council he had captured, was explaining to him point by point his new financial
project, never interrupting his discourse for an instant for fear he should escape.
Almost at the same time that his wife left Alexey Alexandrovitch there had come
to him that bitterest moment in the life of an official–the moment when his upward
career comes to a full stop. This full stop had arrived and everyone perceived it, but
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