| PART 2
Chapter 7
 (continued)"So much the worse for those who keep up the fashion.  The only
 happy marriages I know are marriages of prudence." "Yes, but then how often the happiness of these prudent marriages
 flies away like dust just because that passion turns up that they
 have refused to recognize," said Vronsky. "But by marriages of prudence we mean those in which both parties
 have sown their wild oats already.  That's like scarlatina--one
 has to go through it and get it over." "Then they ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like
 smallpox." "I was in love in my young days with a deacon," said the Princess
 Myakaya.  "I don't know that it did me any good." "No; I imagine, joking apart, that to know love, one must make
 mistakes and then correct them," said Princess Betsy. "Even after marriage?" aid the ambassador's wife playfully. "'It's never too late to mend.'"  The attache repeated the
 English proverb. "Just so," Betsy agreed; "one must make mistakes and correct
 them.  What do you think about it?" she turned to Anna, who, with
 a faintly perceptible resolute smile on her lips, was listening
 in silence to the conversation. "I think," said Anna, playing with the glove she had taken off,
 "I think...if so many men, so many minds, certainly so many
 hearts, so many kinds of love." Vronsky was gazing at Anna, and with a fainting heart waiting for
 what she would say.  He sighed as after a danger escaped when she
 uttered these words. Anna suddenly turned to him. "Oh, I have had a letter from Moscow.  They write me that Kitty
 Shtcherbatskaya's very ill." "Really?" said Vronsky, knitting his brows. |