| PART 3
Chapter 21
 "We've come to fetch you.  Your lessive lasted a good time
 today," said Petritsky.  "Well, is it over?" "It is over," answered Vronsky, smiling with his eyes only, and
 twirling the tips of his mustaches as circumspectly as though
 after the perfect order into which his affairs had been brought
 any over-bold or rapid movement might disturb it. "You're always just as if you'd come out of a bath after it,"
 said Petritsky.  "I've come from Gritsky's" (that was what they
 called the colonel); "they're expecting you." Vronsky, without answering, looked at his comrade, thinking of
 something else. "Yes; is that music at his place?" he said, listening to the
 familiar sounds of polkas and waltzes floating across to him.
 "What's the fete?" "Serpuhovskoy's come." "Aha!" said Vronsky, "why, I didn't know." The smile in his eyes gleamed more brightly than ever. Having once made up his mind that he was happy in his love, that
 he sacrificed his ambition to it--having anyway taken up this
 position, Vronsky was incapable of feeling either envious of
 Serpuhovskoy or hurt with him for not coming first to him when he
 came to the regiment.  Serpuhovskoy was a good friend, and he was
 delighted he had come. "Ah, I'm very glad!" The colonel, Demin, had taken a large country house.  The whole
 party were in the wide lower balcony.  In the courtyard the first
 objects that met Vronsky's eyes were a band of singers in white
 linen coats, standing near a barrel of vodka, and the robust,
 good-humored figure of the colonel surrounded by officers.  He
 had gone out as far as the first step of the balcony and was
 loudly shouting across the band that played Offenbach's
 quadrille, waving his arms and giving some orders to a few
 soldiers standing on one side.  A group of soldiers, a
 quartermaster, and several subalterns came up to the balcony with
 Vronsky.  The colonel returned to the table, went out again onto
 the steps with a tumbler in his hand, and proposed the toast, "To
 the health of our former comrade, the gallant general, Prince
 Serpuhovskoy.  Hurrah!" |