| PART 7
Chapter 9
 "Oblonsky's carriage!" the porter shouted in an angry bass.  The
 carriage drove up and both got in.  It was only for the first few
 moments, while the carriage was driving out of the clubhouse
 gates, that Levin was still under the influence of the club
 atmosphere of repose, comfort, and unimpeachable good form.  But
 as soon as the carriage drove out into the street, and he felt it
 jolting over the uneven road, heard the angry shout of a sledge
 driver coming towards them, saw in the uncertain light the red
 blind of a tavern and the shops, this impression was dissipated,
 and he began to think over his actions, and to wonder whether he
 was doing right in going to see Anna.  What would Kitty say?  But
 Stepan Arkadyevitch gave him no time for reflection, and, as
 though divining his doubts, he scattered them. "How glad I am," he said, "that you should know her!  You know
 Dolly has long wished for it.  And Lvov's been to see her, and
 often goes.  Though she is my sister," Stepan Arkadyevitch
 pursued, "I don't hesitate to say that she's a remarkable woman.
 But you will see.  Her position is very painful, especially now." "Why especially now?" "We are carrying on negotiations with her husband about a
 divorce.  And he's agreed; but there are difficulties in regard
 to the son, and the business, which ought to have been arranged
 long ago, has been dragging on for three months past.  As soon as
 the divorce is over, she will marry Vronsky.  How stupid these
 old ceremonies are, that no one believes in, and which only
 prevent people being comfortable!" Stepan Arkadyevitch put in. 
 "Well, then their position will be as regular as mine, as yours." "What is the difficulty?" said Levin. "Oh, it's a long and tedious story!  The whole business is in
 such an anomalous position with us.  But the point is she has
 been for three months in Moscow, where everyone knows her,
 waiting for the divorce; she goes out nowhere, sees no woman
 except Dolly, because, do you understand, she doesn't care to
 have people come as a favor.  That fool Princess Varvara, even
 she has left her, considering this a breach of propriety.  Well,
 you see, in such a position any other woman would not have found
 resources in herself.  But you'll see how she has arranged her
 life--how calm, how dignified she is.  To the left, in the
 crescent opposite the church!" shouted Stepan Arkadyevitch,
 leaning out of the window.  "Phew! how hot it is!" he said, in
 spite of twelve degrees of frost, flinging his open overcoat
 still wider open. |