She was grateful to her father for saying nothing to her about their meeting Vronsky, but she saw by his special warmth to her after the visit during their usual walk that he was pleased with her. She was pleased with herself. She had not expected she would have had the power, while keeping somewhere in the bottom of her heart all the memories of her old feeling for Vronsky, not only to seem but to be perfectly indifferent and composed with him.
Levin flushed a great deal more than she when she told him she had met Vronsky at Princess Marya Borissovna's. It was very hard for her to tell him this, but still harder to go on speaking of the details of the meeting, as he did not question her, but simply gazed at her with a frown.
'I am very sorry you weren't there,' she said. 'Not that you weren't in the room...I couldn't have been so natural in your presence...I am blushing now much more, much, much more,' she said, blushing till the tears came into her eyes. 'But that you couldn't see through a crack.'
The truthful eyes told Levin that she was satisfied with herself, and in spite of her blushing he was quickly reassured and began questioning her, which was all she wanted. When he had heard everything, even to the detail that for the first second she could not help flushing, but that afterwards she was just as direct and as much at her ease as with any chance acquaintance, Levin was quite happy again and said he was glad of it, and would not now behave as stupidly as he had done at the election, but would try the first time he met Vronsky to be as friendly as possible.
'It's so wretched to feel that there's a man almost an enemy whom it's painful to meet,' said Levin. 'I'm very, very glad.'
Chapter 2
'Go, please, go then and call on the Bols,' Kitty said to her husband, when he came in to see her at eleven o'clock before going out. 'I know you are dining at the club; papa put down your name. But what are you going to do in the morning?'
'I am only going to Katavasov,' answered Levin.
'Why so early?'
'He promised to introduce me to Metrov. I wanted to talk to him about my work. He's a distinguished scientific man from Petersburg,' said Levin.
'Yes; wasn't it his article you were praising so? Well, and after that?' said Kitty.
'I shall go to the court, perhaps, about my sister's business.'
'And the concert?' she queried.
'I shan't go there all alone.'
'No? do go; there are going to be some new things.... That interested you so. I should certainly go.'
'Well, anyway, I shall come home before dinner,' he said, looking at his watch.
'Put on your frock coat, so that you can go straight to call on Countess Bola.'
'But is it absolutely necessary?'
'Oh, absolutely! He has been to see us. Come, what is it? You go in, sit down, talk for five minutes of the weather, get up and go away.'
'Oh, you wouldn't believe it! I've got so out of the way of all this that it makes me feel positively ashamed. It's such a horrible thing to do! A complete outsider walks in, sits down, stays on with nothing to do, wastes their time and worries himself, and walks away!'
Kitty laughed.
'Why, I suppose you used to pay calls before you were married, didn't you?'
'Yes, I did, but I always felt ashamed, and now I'm so out of the way of it that, by Jove! I'd sooner go two days running without my dinner than pay this call! One's so ashamed! I feel all the while that they're annoyed, that they're saying, 'What has he come for?' '
'No, they won't. I'll answer for that,' said Kitty, looking into his face with a laugh. She took his hand. 'Well, good-bye.... Do go, please.'
He was just going out after kissing his wife's hand, when she stopped him.
'Kostya, do you know I've only fifty roubles left?'
'Oh, all right, I'll go to the bank and get some. How much?' he said, with the expression of dissatisfaction she knew so well.
'No, wait a minute.' She held his hand. 'Let's talk about it, it worries me. I seem to spend nothing unnecessary, but money seems to fly away simply. We don't manage well, somehow.'
'Oh, it's all right,' he said with a little cough, looking at her from under his brows.
That cough she knew well. It was a sign of intense dissatisfaction, not with her, but with himself. He certainly was displeased not at so much money being spent, but at being reminded of what he, knowing something was unsatisfactory, wanted to forget.
'I have told Sokolov to sell the wheat, and to borrow an advance on the mill. We shall have money enough in any case.'
'Yes, but I'm afraid that altogether...'
'Oh, it's all right, all right,' he repeated. 'Well, good-bye, darling.'
'No, I'm really sorry sometimes that I listened to mamma. How nice it would have been in the country! As it is, I'm worrying you all, and we're wasting our money.'
'Not at all, not at all. Not once since I've been married have I said that things could have been better than they are....'
