Anna looked sternly at him.
"That doesn't interest you?"
"On the contrary, it does, very much. What was it exactly they
told you, if I may know?" he questioned.
Anna got up and went to Betsy.
"Give me a cup of tea," she said, standing at her table.
While Betsy was pouring out the tea, Vronsky went up to Anna.
"What is it they write to you?" he repeated.
"I often think men have no understanding of what's not honorable
though they're always talking of it," said Anna, without
answering him. "I've wanted to tell you so a long while," she
added, and moving a few steps away, she sat down at a table in a
corner covered with albums.
"I don't quite understand the meaning of your words," he said,
handing her the cup.
she glanced towards the sofa beside her, and he instantly sat
"Yes, I have been wanting to tell you," she said, not looking at
him. "You behaved wrongly, very wrongly."
"Do you suppose I don't know that I've acted wrongly? But who
was the cause of my doing so?"
"What do you say that to me for?" she said, glancing severely at
"You know what for," he answered boldly and joyfully, meeting her
glance and not dropping his eyes.
Not he, but she, was confused.
"That only shows you have no heart," she said. But her eyes said
that she knew he had a heat, and that was why she was afraid of