"Read this; Dolly writes about you," Kitty was beginning, with a
smile; but she stopped suddenly, noticing the changed expression
on her husband's face.
"What is it? What's the matter?"
"she writes to me that Nikolay, my brother, is at death's door.
I shall go to him."
Kitty's face changed at once. Thoughts of Tanya as a marquise,
of Dolly, all had vanished.
"When are you going?" she said.
"And I will go with you, can I?" she said.
"Kitty! What are you thinking of?" he said reproachfully.
"How do you mean?" offended that he should seem to take her
suggestion unwillingly and with vexation. "Why shouldn't I go?
I shan't be in your way. I..."
"I'm going because my brother is dying," said Levin. "Why should
"Why? For the same reason as you."
"And, at a moment of such gravity for me, she only thinks of her
being dull by herself," thought Levin. And this lack of candor
in a matter of such gravity infuriated him.
"It's out of the question," he said sternly.
Agafea Mihalovna, seeing that it was coming to a quarrel, gently
put down her cup and withdrew. Kitty did not even notice her.
The tone in which her husband had said the last words wounded
her, especially because he evidently did not believe what she had
"I tell you, that if you go, I shall come with you; I shall
certainly come," she said hastily and wrathfully. "Why out of
the question? Why do you say it's out of the question?"