| PART 4
Chapter 11
 Everyone took part in the conversation except Kitty and Levin.
 At first, when they were talking of the influence that one people
 has on another, there rose to Levin's mind what he had to say on
 the subject.  But these ideas, once of such importance in his
 eyes, seemed to come into his brain as in a dream, and had now
 not the slightest interest for him.  It even struck him as
 strange that they should be so eager to talk of what was of no
 use to anyone.  Kitty, too, should, one would have supposed, have
 been interested in what they were saying of the rights and
 education of women.  How often she had mused on the subject,
 thinking of her friend abroad, Varenka, of her painful state of
 dependence, how often she had wondered about herself what would
 become of her if she did not marry, and how often she had argued
 with her sister about it!  But it did not interest her at all. 
 She and Levin had a conversation of their own, yet not a
 conversation, but some sort of mysterious communication, which
 brought them every moment nearer, and stirred in both a sense of
 glad terror before the unknown into which they were entering. At first Levin, in answer to Kitty's question how he could have
 seen her last year in the carriage, told her how he had been
 coming home from the mowing along the highroad and had met her. "It was very, very early in the morning.  You were probably only
 just awake.  Your mother was asleep in the corner.  It was an
 exquisite morning.  I was walking along wondering who it could be
 in a four-in-hand?  It was a splendid set of four horses with
 bells, and in a second you flashed by, and I saw you at the
 window--you were sitting like this, holding the strings of your
 cap in both hands, and thinking awfully deeply about something,"
 he said, smiling.  "How I should like to know what you were
 thinking about then!  Something important?" "Wasn't I dreadfully untidy?" she wondered, but seeing the smile
 of ecstasy these reminiscences called up, she felt that the
 impression she had made had been very good.  She blushed and
 laughed with delight; "Really I don't remember." "How nicely Turovtsin laughs!" said Levin, admiring his moist
 eyes and shaking chest. |