Anna Karenina - LimpidSoft

PART SEVEN CHAPTER 26
She looked silently, intently at him, standing in the middle of the room. He glanced
at her, frowned for a moment, and went on reading a letter. She turned, and went deliberately
out of the room. He still might have turned her back, but she had reached
the door, he was still silent, and the only sound audible was the rustling of the note
paper as he turned it.
“Oh, by the way,” he said at the very moment she was in the doorway, “we’re
going tomorrow for certain, aren’t we?”
“You, but not I,” she said, turning round to him.
“Anna, we can’t go on like this...”
“You, but not I,” she repeated.
“This is getting unbearable!”
“You...you will be sorry for this,” she said, and went out.
Frightened by the desperate expression with which these words were uttered, he
jumped up and would have run after her, but on second thoughts he sat down and
scowled, setting his teeth. This vulgar–as he thought it–threat of something vague
exasperated him. “I’ve tried everything,” he thought; “the only thing left is not
to pay attention,” and he began to get ready to drive into town, and again to his
mother’s to get her signature to the deeds.
She heard the sound of his steps about the study and the dining room. At the
drawing room he stood still. But he did not turn in to see her, he merely gave an
order that the horse should be given to Voytov if he came while he was away. Then
she heard the carriage brought round, the door opened, and he came out again. But
he went back into the porch again, and someone was running upstairs. It was the
valet running up for his gloves that had been forgotten. She went to the window and
saw him take the gloves without looking, and touching the coachman on the back he
said something to him. Then without looking up at the window he settled himself
in his usual attitude in the carriage, with his legs crossed, and drawing on his gloves
he vanished round the corner.
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