PART 5
Chapter 7
 
Vronsky and Anna had been traveling for three months together in
 Europe.  They had visited Venice, Rome, and Naples, and had just
 arrived at a small Italian town where they meant to stay some
 time.  A handsome head waiter, with thick pomaded hair parted
 from the neck upwards, an evening coat, a broad white cambric
 shirt front, and a bunch of trinkets hanging above his rounded
 stomach, stood with his hands in the full curve of his pockets,
 looking contemptuously from under his eyelids while he gave some
 frigid reply to a gentleman who had stopped him.  Catching the
 sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the entry
 towards the staircase, the head waiter turned round, and seeing
 the Russian count, who had taken their best rooms, he took his
 hands out of his pockets deferentially, and with a bow informed
 him that a courier had been, and that the business about the
 palazzo had been arranged.  The steward was prepared to sign the
 agreement. 
"Ah!  I'm glad to hear it," said Vronsky.  "Is madame at home or
 not?" 
"Madame has been out for a walk but has returned now," answered
 the waiter. 
Vronsky took off his soft, wide-brimmed hat and passed his
 handkerchief over his heated brow and hair, which had grown half
 over his ears, and was brushed back covering the bald patch on
 his head.  And glancing casually at the gentleman, who still
 stood there gazing intently at him, he would have gone on. 
"This gentleman is a Russian, and was inquiring after you," said
 the head waiter. 
With mingled feelings of annoyance at never being able to get
 away from acquaintances anywhere, and longing to find some sort
 of diversion from the monotony of his life, Vronsky looked once
 more at the gentleman, who had retreated and stood still again,
 and at the same moment a light came into the eyes of both. 
"Golenishtchev!" 
"Vronsky!" 
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