‘Well, is there any game?’ Stepan Arkadyich turned to Levin, having barely had time to say hello to everyone. ‘He and I have come with the cruellest intentions. Of course,
Levin, who a minute ago had been in the merriest spirits, now looked darkly at everyone and did not like anything.
‘Who did he kiss yesterday with those lips?’ he thought, gazing at Stepan Arkadyich’s tenderness with his wife. He looked at Dolly and did not like her either.
‘She doesn’t believe in his love. Then why is she so glad? Revolting!’ thought Levin.
He looked at the princess, who had been so dear to him a moment ago, and did not like the manner in which she welcomed this Vasenka with his ribbons, as if she were in her own home.
Even Sergei Ivanovich, who also came out on to the porch, seemed unpleasant to him in the sham friendliness with which he met Stepan Arkadyich, when Levin knew that his brother neither liked nor respected Oblonsky.
And Varenka, too, was disgusting to him, with her look of a
And most disgusting of all was Kitty, the way she yielded to the tone of merriment with which this gentleman regarded his arrival in the country as a festive occasion for himself and everyone, and particularly unpleasant was the special smile with which she responded to his smiles.
Talking noisily, they all went into the house; but as soon as they all sat down, Levin turned round and left.
Kitty saw that something was wrong with her husband. She wanted to snatch a moment and talk to him alone, but he hastened away from her, saying he had to go to the office. It was long since his farm affairs had seemed so important to him as they did right then. ‘It’s all a holiday for them,’ he thought, ‘but these are no holiday affairs, they won’t wait and without them life is impossible.’
VII
Levin returned home only when they sent to call him to supper. Kitty and Agafya Mikhailovna were standing on the stairs, conferring about the wines.
‘No, Stiva won’t drink ... Kostya, wait, what’s the matter?’ Kitty began to say, running after him, but he mercilessly strode off to the dining room without waiting for her and at once got into the animated general conversation that Vasenka Veslovsky and Stepan Arkadyich were carrying on there.
‘Well, what about it, shall we go hunting tomorrow?’ said Stepan Arkadyich.
‘Yes, please, let’s go,’ said Veslovsky, shifting his chair and sitting on it sideways, tucking his fat leg under him.
‘I’ll be very glad to. And have you already gone hunting this year?’ Levin said to Veslovsky, studying his leg attentively, but with an assumed pleasantness that Kitty knew so well and that was so unbecoming to him. ‘I don’t know if we’ll find any great snipe, but there are plenty of snipe. Only we’ll have to start early. You won’t be tired? Aren’t you tired, Stiva?’
‘Me tired? I’ve never been tired yet. Let’s not sleep all night! Let’s go for a walk.’
‘Yes, really, let’s not sleep! Excellent!’ agreed Veslovsky.
‘Oh, we’re quite sure of that, that you can go without sleep and keep others from sleeping,’ Dolly said to her husband with that barely noticeable irony with which she almost always treated him now. ‘And I think it’s now time ... I’m off to bed, I won’t have supper.’
‘No, stay here, Dollenka,’ said Stepan Arkadyich, going round to her side of the big table at which they were having supper. ‘I have lots more to tell you!’
‘Nothing, I’m sure.’
‘You know, Veslovsky’s been to see Anna. And he’s going there again. They’re less than fifty miles from us. I’ll certainly go, too. Veslovsky, come here!’
Vasenka moved over to the ladies and sat down beside Kitty.
‘Ah, tell us, please! So you’ve been to see her? How is she?’ Darya Alexandrovna turned to him.
Levin stayed at the other end of the table and, without ceasing to talk with the princess and Varenka, saw that an animated and mysterious conversation was going on between Dolly, Kitty and Veslovsky. Not only was a mysterious conversation going on, but he could see in his wife’s face an expression of serious feeling as she gazed into the handsome face of Vasenka, who was animatedly telling them something.
‘It’s very nice at their place,’ Vasenka was saying about Vronsky and Anna. ‘Naturally, I don’t take it upon myself to judge, but in their house you feel as if you’re in a family.’
‘And what do they intend to do?’
‘It seems they want to go to Moscow for the winter.’
‘How nice it would be for us all to get together at their place! When are you going?’ Stepan Arkadyich asked Vasenka.