Anna Karenina eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,033 pages of information about Anna Karenina.

“Why don’t you like her husband?  He’s such a remarkable man,” said the ambassador’s wife.  “My husband says there are few statesmen like him in Europe.”

“And my husband tells me just the same, but I don’t believe it,” said Princess Myakaya.  “If our husbands didn’t talk to us, we should see the facts as they are.  Alexey Alexandrovitch, to my thinking, is simply a fool.  I say it in a whisper...but doesn’t it really make everything clear?  Before, when I was told to consider him clever, I kept looking for his ability, and thought myself a fool for not seeing it; but directly I said, he’s a fool, though only in a whisper, everything’s explained, isn’t it?”

“How spiteful you are today!”

“Not a bit.  I’d no other way out of it.  One of the two had to be a fool.  And, well, you know one can’t say that of oneself.”

“’No one is satisfied with his fortune, and everyone is satisfied with his wit.’” The attache repeated the French saying.

“That’s just it, just it,” Princess Myakaya turned to him.  “But the point is that I won’t abandon Anna to your mercies.  She’s so nice, so charming.  How can she help it if they’re all in love with her, and follow her about like shadows?”

“Oh, I had no idea of blaming her for it,” Anna’s friend said in self-defense.

“If no one follows us about like a shadow, that’s no proof that we’ve any right to blame her.”

And having duly disposed of Anna’s friend, the Princess Myakaya got up, and together with the ambassador’s wife, joined the group at the table, where the conversation was dealing with the king of Prussia.

“What wicked gossip were you talking over there?” asked Betsy.

“About the Karenins.  The princess gave us a sketch of Alexey Alexandrovitch,” said the ambassador’s wife with a smile, as she sat down at the table.

“Pity we didn’t hear it!” said Princess Betsy, glancing towards the door.  “Ah, here you are at last!” she said, turning with a smile to Vronsky, as he came in.

Vronsky was not merely acquainted with all the persons whom he was meeting here; he saw them all every day; and so he came in with the quiet manner with which one enters a room full of people from whom one has only just parted.

“Where do I come from?” he said, in answer to a question from the ambassador’s wife.  “Well, there’s no help for it, I must confess.  From the opera bouffe.  I do believe I’ve seen it a hundred times, and always with fresh enjoyment.  It’s exquisite!  I know it’s disgraceful, but I go to sleep at the opera, and I sit out the opera bouffe to the last minute, and enjoy it.  This evening...”

He mentioned a French actress, and was going to tell something about her; but the ambassador’s wife, with playful horror, cut him short.

“Please don’t tell us about that horror.”

“All right, I won’t especially as everyone knows those horrors.”

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