| PART 7
Chapter 22
 Stepan Arkadyevitch felt completely nonplussed by the strange
 talk which he was hearing for the first time.  The complexity of
 Petersburg, as a rule, had a stimulating effect on him, rousing
 him out of his Moscow stagnation.  But he liked these
 complications, and understood them only in the circles he knew
 and was at home in.  In these unfamiliar surroundings he was
 puzzled and disconcerted, and could not get his bearings.  As he
 listened to Countess Lidia Ivanovna, aware of the beautiful,
 artless--or perhaps artful, he could not decide which--eyes of
 Landau fixed upon him, Stepan Arkadyevitch began to be conscious
 of a peculiar heaviness in his head. The most incongruous ideas were in confusion in his head.  "Marie
 Sanina is glad her child's dead....  How good a smoke would be
 now!...  To be saved, one need only believe, and the monks
 don't know how the thing's to be done, but Countess Lidia
 Ivanovna does know....  And why is my head so heavy?  Is it the
 cognac, or all this being so queer?  Anyway, I fancy I've done
 nothing unsuitable so far.  But anyway, it won't do to ask her
 now.  They say they make one say one's prayers.  I only hope
 they won't make me!  That'll be too imbecile.  And what stuff it
 is she's reading! but she has a good accent.  Landau--Bezzubov--
 what's he Bezzubov for?"  All at once Stepan Arkadyevitch became
 aware that his lower jaw was uncontrollably forming a yawn.  He
 pulled his whiskers to cover the yawn, and shook himself
 together.  But soon after he became aware that he was dropping
 asleep and on the very point of snoring.  He recovered himself at
 the very moment when the voice of Countess Lidia Ivanovna was
 saying "he's asleep."  Stepan Arkadyevitch started with dismay,
 feeling guilty and caught.  But he was reassured at once by
 seeing that the words "he's asleep" referred not to him, but to
 Landau.  The Frenchman was asleep as well as Stepan Arkadyevitch. 
 But Stepan Arkadyevitch's being asleep would have offended them,
 as he thought (though even this, he thought, might not be so, as
 everything seemed so queer), while Landau's being asleep
 delighted them extremely, especially Countess Lidia Ivanovna. "Mon ami," said Lidia Ivanovna, carefully holding the folds of
 her silk gown so as not to rustle, and in her excitement calling
 Karenin not Alexey Alexandrovitch, but "mon ami," "donnez-lui la
 main.  Vous voyez?  Sh!" she hissed at the footman as he came in
 again.  "Not at home." |