| PART 2
Chapter 6
 (continued)"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." "And we should all go to see them if it were accepted as the
 correct thing, like the opera," chimed in Princess Myakaya. |