| PART 2
Chapter 8
 Alexey Alexandrovitch had seen nothing striking or improper in
 the fact that his wife was sitting with Vronsky at a table apart,
 in eager conversation with him about something.  But he noticed
 that to the rest of the party this appeared something striking
 and improper, and for that reason it seemed to him too to be
 improper.  He made up his mind that he must speak of it to his
 wife. On reaching home Alexey Alexandrovitch went to his study, as he
 usually did, seated himself in his low chair, opened a book on
 the Papacy at the place where he had laid the paper-knife in it,
 and read till one o'clock, just as he usually did.  But from time
 to time he rubbed his high forehead and shook his head, as
 though to drive away something.  At his usual time he got up and
 made his toilet for the night.  Anna Arkadyevna had not yet come
 in.  With a book under his arm he went upstairs.  But this
 evening, instead of his usual thought and meditations upon
 official details, his thoughts were absorbed by his wife and
 something disagreeable connected with her.  Contrary to his usual
 habit, he did not get into bed, but fell to walking up and down
 the rooms with his hands clasped behind his back.  He could not
 go to bed, feeling that it was absolutely needful for him first
 to think thoroughly over the position that had just arisen. When Alexey Alexandrovitch had made up his mind that he must talk
 to his wife about it, it had seemed a very easy and simple
 matter.  But now, when he began to think over the question that
 had just presented itself, it seemed to him very complicated and
 difficult. |