| PART 5
Chapter 31
 As intensely as Anna had longed to see her son, and long as she
 had been thinking of it and preparing herself for it, she had
 not in the least expected that seeing him would affect her so
 deeply.  On getting back to her lonely rooms in the hotel she
 could not for a long while understand why she was there.  "Yes,
 it's all over, and I am again alone," she said to herself, and
 without taking off her hat she sat down in a low chair by the
 hearth.  Fixing her eyes on a bronze clock standing on a table
 between the windows, she tried to think. The French maid brought from abroad came in to suggest she should
 dress.  She gazed at her wonderingly and said, "Presently." A
 footman offered her coffee.  "Later on," she said. The Italian nurse, after having taken the baby out in her best,
 came in with her, and brought her to Anna.  The plump, well-fed
 little baby, on seeing her mother, as she always did, held out
 her fat little hands, and with a smile on her toothless mouth,
 began, like a fish with a float, bobbing her fingers up and down
 the starched folds of her embroidered skirt, making them rustle.
 It was impossible not to smile, not to kiss the baby, impossible
 not to hold out a finger for her to clutch, crowing and prancing
 all over; impossible not to offer her a lip which she sucked into
 her little mouth by way of a kiss.  And all this Anna did, and
 took her in her arms and made her dance, and kissed her fresh
 little cheek and bare little elbows; but at the sight of this
 child it was plainer than ever to her that the feeling she had
 for her could not be called love in comparison with what she felt
 for Seryozha.  Everything in this baby was charming, but for some
 reason all this did not go deep to her heart.  On her first
 child, though the child of an unloved father, had been
 concentrated all the love that had never found satisfaction.  Her
 baby girl had been born in the most painful circumstances and had
 not had a hundredth part of the care and thought which had been |