Anna Karenina (Penguin) - Leo Tolstoy [209]
‘Stupid ox ! Am I really like that?’ he thought.
Be that as it may, when he said good-bye to him on the seventh day, before the prince’s departure for Moscow, and received his thanks, he was happy to be rid of this awkward situation and unpleasant mirror. He said good-bye to him at the station, on the way back from a bear hunt, where they had spent the whole night in a display of Russian bravado.
II
On returning home, Vronsky found a note from Anna. She wrote: ‘I am ill and unhappy. I cannot go out, but neither can I go on without seeing you. Come in the evening. At seven o’clock Alexei Alexandrovich is going to a meeting and will be there till ten.’ After a moment’s reflection about the strangeness of her summoning him directly to her home, despite her husband’s demand that she not receive him, he decided to go.
That winter Vronsky had been promoted to colonel, had left regimental quarters and was living alone. After lunch he immediately lay down on the sofa and in five minutes the memories of the outrageous scenes he had witnessed over the last few days became confused and joined with the thought of Anna and the muzhik tracker who had played an important role in the bear hunt, and he fell asleep. He woke up in the dark, trembling with fear, and hastened to light a candle. ‘What was that? What? What was that terrible thing I saw in my dream? Yes, yes. The muzhik tracker, I think, small, dirty, with a dishevelled beard, was bending down and doing something, and he suddenly said some strange words in French. Yes, that’s all there was to the dream,’ he said to himself. ‘But why was it so horrible?’ He vividly recalled the peasant again and the incomprehensible French words the peasant had uttered, and horror sent a chill down his spine.
‘What is this nonsense!’ thought Vronsky, and he glanced at his watch.
It was already half-past eight. He rang for his servant, hurriedly got dressed and went out to the porch, forgetting the dream entirely and suffering only over being late. Driving up to the Karenins’ porch, he glanced at his watch and saw that it was ten minutes to nine. A tall, narrow carriage hitched to a pair of grey horses stood at the entrance. He recognized Anna’s carriage. ‘She’s coming to me,’ thought Vronsky, ‘and that would be better. I don’t like going into this house. But never mind, I can’t start hiding,’ he said to himself; and, with the manner habitual to him since childhood of one who has nothing to be ashamed of, Vronsky got out of the sleigh and went to the door. The door opened and the hall porter with a rug over his arm beckoned to the carriage. Vronsky, who was not in the habit of noticing details, nevertheless noticed the astonished expression with which the porter glanced at him. Just at the doorway he nearly ran into Alexei Alexandrovich. The gaslight fell directly on the bloodless, pinched face under the black hat and the white tie gleaming from inside the beaver coat. The immobile, dull eyes of Karenin fixed themselves on Vronsky’s face. Vronsky bowed, and Alexei Alexandrovich, chewing his lips, raised his hand to his hat and passed by. Vronsky saw him get into the carriage without looking back, receive the rug and a pair of opera glasses, and disappear. Vronsky went into the front hall. His eyebrows frowned, his eyes gleamed with anger and pride.
‘What a position!’ he thought. ‘If he’d fight, if