PART 1
Chapter 12
 (continued)
Vronsky satisfied all the mother's desires.  Very wealthy,
 clever, of aristocratic family, on the highroad to a brilliant
 career in the army and at court, and a fascinating man.  Nothing
 better could be wished for. 
Vronsky openly flirted with Kitty at balls, danced with her, and
 came continually to the house, consequently there could be no
 doubt of the seriousness of his intentions.  But, in spite of
 that, the mother had spent the whole of that winter in a state of
 terrible anxiety and agitation. 
Princess Shtcherbatskaya had herself been married thirty years
 ago, her aunt arranging the match.  Her husband, about whom
 everything was well known before hand, had come, looked at his
 future bride, and been looked at.  The match-making aunt had
 ascertained and communicated their mutual impression.  That
 impression had been favorable.  Afterwards, on a day fixed
 beforehand, the expected offer was made to her parents, and
 accepted.  All had passed very simply and easily.  So it seemed,
 at least, to the princess.  But over her own daughters she had
 felt how far from simple and easy is the business, apparently so
 commonplace, of marrying off one's daughters.  The panics that
 had been lived through, the thoughts that had been brooded over,
 the money that had been wasted, and the disputes with her husband
 over marrying the two elder girls, Darya and Natalia!  Now, since
 the youngest had come out, she was going through the same
 terrors, the same doubts, and still more violent quarrels with
 her husband than she had over the elder girls.  The old prince,
 like all fathers indeed, was exceedingly punctilious on the score
 of the honor and reputation of his daughters.  He was
 irrationally jealous over his daughters, especially over Kitty,
 who was his favorite.  At every turn he had scenes with the
 princess for compromising her daughter.  The princess had grown
 accustomed to this already with her other daughters, but now she
 felt that there was more ground for the prince's touchiness.  She
 saw that of late years much was changed in the manners of
 society, that a mother's duties had become still more difficult.
 She saw that girls of Kitty's age formed some sort of clubs, went
 to some sort of lectures, mixed freely in men's society; drove
 about the streets alone, many of them did not curtsey, and, what
 was the most important thing, all the girls were firmly convinced
 that to choose their husbands was their own affair, and not their
 parents'.  "Marriages aren't made nowadays as they used to be,"
 was thought and said by all these young girls, and even by their
 elders.  But how marriages were made now, the princess could not
 learn from any one.  The French fashion--of the parents
 arranging their children's future--was not accepted; it was
 condemned.  The English fashion of the complete independence of
 girls was also not accepted, and not possible in Russian society.
 The Russian fashion of match-making by the offices if
 intermediate persons was for some reason considered unseemly; it
 was ridiculed by every one, and by the princess herself.  But how
 girls were to be married, and how parents were to marry them, no
 one knew.  Everyone with whom the princess had chanced to discuss
 the matter said the same thing: "Mercy on us, it's high time in
 our day to cast off all that old-fashioned business.  It's the
 young people have to marry; and not their parents; and so we
 ought to leave the young people to arrange it as they choose." It
 was very easy for anyone to say that who had no daughters, but
 the princess realized that in the process of getting to know each
 other, her daughter might fall in love, and fall in love with
 someone who did not care to marry her or who was quite unfit to
 be her husband.  And, however much it was instilled into the
 princess that in our times young people ought to arrange their
 lives for themselves, she was unable to believe it, just as she
 would have been unable to believe that, at any time whatever, the
 most suitable playthings for children five years old ought to be
 loaded pistols.  And so the princess was more uneasy over Kitty
 than she had been over her elder sisters. 
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