| PART 7
Chapter 10
 (continued)And she glanced again at Levin.  And her smile and her glance--
 all told him that it was to him only she was addressing her
 words, valuing his good opinion, and at the same time sure
 beforehand that they understood each other. "I quite understand that," Levin answered.  "It's impossible to
 give one's heart to a school or such institutions in general, and
 I believe that's just why philanthropic institutions always
 give such poor results." she was silent for a while, then she smiled. "Yes, yes," she agreed; "I never could.  Je n'ai pas le coeur
 assez large to love a whole asylum of horrid little girls.  Cela
 ne m'a jamais reussi.  There are so many women who have made
 themselves une position sociale in that way.  And now more than
 ever," she said with a mournful, confiding expression, ostensibly
 addressing her brother, but unmistakably intending her words only
 for Levin, "now when I have such need of some occupation, I
 cannot."  And suddenly frowning (Levin saw that she was frowning
 at herself for talking about herself) she changed the subject.
 "I know about you," she said to Levin; "that you're not a
 public-spirited citizen, and I have defended you to the best of
 my ability." "How have you defended me?" "Oh, according to the attacks made on you.  But won't you have
 some tea?"  She rose and took up a book bound in morocco. "Give it to me, Anna Arkadyevna," said Vorkuev, indicating the
 book.  "It's well worth taking up." "Oh, no, it's all so sketchy." "I told him about it," Stepan Arkadyevitch said to his sister,
 nodding at Levin. "You shouldn't have.  My writing is something after the fashion
 of those little baskets and carving which Liza Mertsalova used to
 sell me from the prisons.  She had the direction of the prison
 department in that society," she turned to Levin; "and they were
 miracles of patience, the work of those poor wretches." |