PART 1
Chapter 15
 (continued)
"What have you done?  I'll tell you what.  First of all, you're
 trying to catch an eligible gentleman, and all Moscow will be
 talking of it, and with good reason.  If you have evening
 parties, invite everyone, don't pick out the possible suitors.
 Invite all the young bucks.  Engage a piano player, and let them
 dance, and not as you do things nowadays, hunting up good
 matches.  It makes me sick, sick to see it, and you've gone on
 till you've turned the poor wench's head.  Levin's a thousand
 times the better man.  As for this little Petersburg swell,
 they're turned out by machinery, all on one pattern, and all
 precious rubbish.  But if he were a prince of the blood, my
 daughter need not run after anyone." 
"But what have I done?" 
"Why, you've..." The prince was crying wrathfully. 
"I know if one were to listen to you," interrupted the princess,
 "we should never marry our daughter.  If it's to be so, we'd
 better go into the country." 
"Well, and we had better." 
"But do wait a minute.  Do I try and catch them?  I don't try to
 catch them in the least.  A young man, and a very nice one, has
 fallen in love with her, and she, I fancy..." 
"Oh, yes, you fancy!  And how if she really is in love, and he's
 no more thinking of marriage than I am!...  Oh, that I should
 live to see it!  Ah! spiritualism!  Ah!  Nice!  Ah! the ball!" 
 And the prince, imagining that he was mimicking his wife, made a
 mincing curtsey at each word.  "And this is how we're preparing 
 wretchedness for Kitty; and she's really got the notion into her
 head..." 
"But what makes you suppose so?" 
"I don't suppose; I know.  We have eyes for such things, though
 women-folk haven't.  I see a man who has serious intentions,
 that's Levin: and I see a peacock, like this feather-head, who's
 only amusing himself." 
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