| PART 5
Chapter 23
 The Countess Lidia Ivanovna had, as a very young and sentimental
 girl, been married to a wealthy man of high rank, an extremely
 good-natured, jovial, and extremely dissipated rake.  Two months
 after marriage her husband abandoned her, and her impassioned
 protestations of affection he met with a sarcasm and even
 hostility that people knowing the count's good heart, and seeing
 no defects in the sentimental Lidia, were at loss to explain.
 Though they were divorced and lived apart, yet whenever the
 husband met the wife, he invariably behaved to her with the same
 malignant irony, the cause of which was incomprehensible. Countess Lidia Ivanovna had long given up being in love with her
 husband, but from that time she had never given up being in love
 with someone.  She was in love with several people at once, both
 men and women; she had been in love with almost everyone who had
 been particularly distinguished in any way.  She was in love with
 all the new princes and princesses who married into the imperial
 family; she had been in love with a high dignitary of the Church,
 a vicar, and a parish priest; she had been in love with a
 journalist, three Slavophiles, with Komissarov, with a minister,
 a doctor, an English missionary and Karenin.  All these passions
 constantly waning or growing more ardent, did not prevent her
 from keeping up the most extended and complicated relations with
 the court and fashionable society.  But from the time that after
 Karenin's trouble she took him under her special protection, from
 the time that she set to work in Karenin's household looking
 after his welfare, she felt that all her other attachments were
 not the real thing, and that she was now genuinely in love, and
 with no one but Karenin.  The feeling she now experienced for him
 seemed to her stronger than any of her former feelings. 
 Analyzing her feeling, and comparing it with former passions, she
 distinctly perceived that she would not have been in love with
 Komissarov if he had not saved the life of the Tsar, that she
 would not have been in love with Ristitch-Kudzhitsky if there had
 been no Slavonic question, but that she loved Karenin for
 himself, for his lofty, uncomprehended soul, for the sweet--to
 her--high notes of his voice, for his drawling intonation, his
 weary eyes, his character, and his soft white hands with their
 swollen veins.  She was not simply overjoyed at meeting him, but
 she sought in his face signs of the impression she was making on
 him.  She tried to please him, not by her words only, but in her
 whole person.  For his sake it was that she now lavished more
 care on her dress than before.  She caught herself in reveries on
 what might have been, if she had not been married and he had been
 free.  She blushed with emotion when he came into the room, she
 could not repress a smile of rapture when he said anything
 amiable to her. |