"Well, how are you?" he asked her, looking at her with the
expression with which everyone looked at her now.
"Oh, very well," said Kitty, smiling, "and how have things gone
"The wagons held three times as much as the old carts did. Well,
are we going for the children? I've ordered the horses to be put
"What! you want to take Kitty in the wagonette?" her mother said
"Yes, at a walking pace, princess."
Levin never called the princess "maman" as men often do call
their mothers-in-law, and the princess disliked his not doing so.
But though he liked and respected the princess, Levin could not
call her so without a sense of profaning his feeling for his dead
"Come with us, maman," said Kitty.
"I don't like to see such imprudence."
"Well, I'll walk then, I'm so well." Kitty got up and went to her
husband and took his hand.
"You may be well, but everything in moderation," said the
"Well, Agafea Mihalovna, is the jam done?" said Levin, smiling to
Agafea Mihalovna, and trying to cheer her up. "Is it all right
in the new way?"
"I suppose it's all right. For our notions it's boiled too
"It'll be all the better, Agafea Mihalovna, it won't mildew, even
though our ice has begun to thaw already, so that we've no cool
cellar to store it," said Kitty, at once divining her husband's
motive, and addressing the old housekeeper with the same feeling;
"but your pickle's so good, that mamma says she never tasted any
like it," she added, smiling, and putting her kerchief straight.