| PART 6
Chapter 23
 Dolly was wanting to go to bed when Anna came in to see her,
 attired for the night.  In the course of the day Anna had several
 times begun to speak of matters near her heart, and every time
 after a few words she had stopped: "Afterwards, by ourselves,
 we'll talk about everything.  I've got so much I want to tell
 you," she said. Now they were by themselves, and Anna did not know what to talk
 about.  She sat in the window looking at Dolly, and going over in
 her own mind all the stores of intimate talk which had seemed so
 inexhaustible beforehand, and she found nothing.  At that moment
 it seemed to her that everything had been said already. "Well, what of Kitty?" she said with a heavy sigh, looking
 penitently at Dolly.  "Tell me the truth, Dolly: isn't she angry
 with me?" "Angry?  Oh, no!" said Darya Alexandrovna, smiling. "But she hates me, despises me?" "Oh, no!  But you know that sort of thing isn't forgiven." "Yes, yes," said Anna, turning away and looking out of the open
 window.  "But I was not to blame.  And who is to blame?  What's
 the meaning of being to blame?  Could it have been otherwise?
 What do you think?  Could it possibly have happened that you
 didn't become the wife of Stiva?" "Really, I don't know.  But this is what I want you to tell
 me..." "Yes, yes, but we've not finished about Kitty.  Is she happy?
 He's a very nice man, they say." "He's much more than very nice.  I don't know a better man." "Ah, how glad I am! I'm so glad! Much more than very nice," she
 repeated. Dolly smiled. |