PART 2
Chapter 22
 
The rain did not last long, and by the time Vronsky arrived, his
 shaft-horse trotting at full speed and dragging the trace-horses
 galloping through the mud, with their reins hanging loose, the
 sun had peeped out again, the roofs of the summer villas and the
 old limetrees in the gardens on both sides of the principal
 streets sparkled with wet brilliance, and from the twigs came a
 pleasant drip and from the roofs rushing streams of water.  He
 thought no more of the shower spoiling the race course, but was
 rejoicing now that--thanks to the rain--he would be sure to
 find her at home and alone, as he knew that Alexey
 Alexandrovitch, who had lately returned from a foreign watering
 place, had not moved from Petersburg. 
Hoping to find her alone, Vronsky alighted, as he always did, to
 avoid attracting attention, before crossing the bridge, and
 walked to the house.  He did not go up the steps to the street
 door, but went into the court. 
"Has your master come?" he asked a gardener. 
"No, sir.  The mistress is at home.  But will you please go to
 the frond door; there are servants there," the gardener answered.
 "They'll open the door." 
"No, I'll go in from the garden." 
And feeling satisfied that she was alone, and wanting to take her
 by surprise, since he had not promised to be there today, and she
 would certainly not expect him to come before the races, he
 walked, holding his sword and stepping cautiously over the sandy
 path, bordered with flowers, to the terrace that looked out upon
 the garden.  Vronsky forgot now all that he had thought on the
 way of the hardships and difficulties of their position.  He
 thought of nothing but that he would see her directly, not in
 imagination, but living, all of her, as she was in reality.  He
 was just going in, stepping on his whole foot so as not to creak,
 up the worn steps of the terrace, when he suddenly remembered
 what he always forgot, and what caused the most torturing side of
 his relations with her, her son with his questioning--hostile,
 as he fancied--eyes. 
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