| PART 7
Chapter 10
 (continued)And Levin saw a new trait in this woman, who attracted him so
 extraordinarily.  Besides wit, grace, and beauty, she had truth.
 She had no wish to hide from him all the bitterness of her
 position.  As she said that she sighed, and her face suddenly
 taking a hard expression, looked as it were turned to stone. 
 With that expression on her face she was more beautiful than
 ever; but the expression was new; it was utterly unlike that
 expression, radiant with happiness and creating happiness, which
 had been caught by the painter in her portrait.  Levin looked
 more than once at the portrait and at her figure, as taking her
 brother's arm she walked with him to the high doors and he felt
 for her a tenderness and pity at which he wondered himself. She asked Levin and Vorkuev to go into the drawing room, while
 she stayed behind to say a few words to her brother.  "About her
 divorce, about Vronsky, and what he's doing at the club, about
 me?" wondered Levin.  And he was so keenly interested by the
 question of what she was saying to Stepan Arkadyevitch, that he
 scarcely heard what Vorkuev was telling him of the qualities of
 the story for children Anna Arkadyevna had written. At tea the same pleasant sort of talk, full of interesting
 matter, continued.  There was not a single instant when a subject
 for conversation was to seek; on the contrary, it was felt that
 one had hardly time to say what one had to say, and eagerly held
 back to hear what the others were saying.  And all that was said,
 not only by her, but by Vorkuev and Stepan Arkadyevitch--all, so
 it seemed to Levin, gained peculiar significance from her
 appreciation and her criticism.  While he followed this
 interesting conversation, Levin was all the time admiring her--
 her beauty, her intelligence, her culture, and at the same time
 her directness and genuine depth of feeling.  He listened and
 talked, and all the while he was thinking of her inner life,
 trying to divine her feelings.  And though he had judged her so
 severely hitherto, now by some strange chain of reasoning he was
 justifying her and was also sorry for her, and afraid that
 Vronsky did not fully understand her.  At eleven o'clock, when
 Stepan Arkadyevitch got up to go (Vorkuev had left earlier), it
 seemed to Levin that he had only just come.  Regretfully Levin
 too rose. |