"I'm coming, I'm coming, Varvara Andreevna," said Sergey
Ivanovitch, finishing his cup of coffee, and putting into their
separate pockets his handkerchief and cigar-case.
"And how sweet my Varenka is! eh?" said Kitty to her husband, as
soon as Sergey Ivanovitch rose. She spoke so that Sergey
Ivanovitch could hear, and it was clear that she meant him to do
so. "And how good-looking she is--such a refined beauty!
Varenka!" Kitty shouted. "Shall you be in the mill copse? We'll
come out to you."
"You certainly forget your condition, Kitty," said the old
princess, hurriedly coming out at the door. "You mustn't shout
Varenka, hearing Kitty's voice and her mother's reprimand, went
with light, rapid steps up to Kitty. The rapidity of her
movement, her flushed and eager face, everything betrayed that
something out of the common was going on in her. Kitty knew what
this was, and had been watching her intently. She called Varenka
at that moment merely in order mentally to give her a blessing
for the important event which, as Kitty fancied, was bound to
come to pass that day after dinner in the wood.
"Varenka, I should be very happy if a certain something were to
happen," she whispered as she kissed her.
"And are you coming with us?" Varenka said to Levin in confusion,
pretending not to have heard what had been said.
"I am coming, but only as far as the threshing-floor, and there I
"Why, what do you want there?" said Kitty.
"I must go to have a look at the new wagons, and to check the
invoice," said Levin; "and where will you be?"
"On the terrace."