| PART 8
Chapter 4
 While the train was stopping at the provincial town, Sergey
 Ivanovitch did not go to the refreshment room, but walked up and
 down the platform. The first time he passed Vronsky's compartment he noticed that
 the curtain was drawn over the window; but as he passed it the
 second time he saw the old countess at the window.  She beckoned
 to Koznishev. "I'm going, you see, taking him as far as Kursk," she said. "Yes, so I heard," said Sergey Ivanovitch, standing at her window
 and peeping in.  "What a noble act on his part!" he added,
 noticing that Vronsky was not in the compartment. "Yes, after his misfortune, what was there for him to do?" "What a terrible thing it was!" said Sergey Ivanovitch. "Ah, what I have been through!  But do get in....  Ah, what I
 have been through!" she repeated, when Sergey Ivanovitch had got
 in and sat down beside her.  "You can't conceive it!  For six
 weeks he did not speak to anyone, and would not touch food
 except when I implored him.  And not for one minute could we
 leave him alone.  We took away everything he could have used
 against himself.  We lived on the ground floor, but there was no
 reckoning on anything.  You know, of course, that he had shot
 himself once already on her account," she said, and the old
 lady's eyelashes twitched at the recollection.  "Yes, hers was
 the fitting end for such a woman.  Even the death she chose was
 low and vulgar." "It's not for us to judge, countess," said Sergey Ivanovitch;
 "but I can understand that it has been very hard for you." |