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She stopped, and with a cold smile looked at herself in the glass, slightly nodded her head, and went down to the drawing-room. Darya Mihailovna, directly she saw her, called her into her study, made her sit near her, and caressingly stroked her cheek. Meanwhile she gazed attentively, almost with curiosity, into her eyes.
Make haste and come to us, we dine early.... Oh, I forgot," she added, sitting down again; "listen, what sort of person is Shatov?" "Shatov? He's the brother of Darya Pavlovna." "I know he's her brother! What a person you are, really," she interrupted impatiently. "I want to know what he's like; what sort of man he is." "C'est un pense-creux d'ici.
Oh, no!" said Darya Alexandrovna, smiling. "But she hates me, despises me?" "Oh, no! But you know that sort of thing isn't forgiven." "Yes, yes," said Anna, turning away and looking out of the open window. "But I was not to blame. And who is to blame? What's the meaning of being to blame? Could it have been otherwise? What do you think?
She saw in him sympathy for her, but not love. "No, she hates me. She will not forgive me," he thought. "It is awful! awful!" he said. At that moment in the next room a child began to cry; probably it had fallen down. Darya Alexandrovna listened, and her face suddenly softened.
Another widow had obtained a government post for him. Middle-aged ladies were generally ready to befriend Konstantin Diomiditch; he knew well how to court them and was successful in coming across them. He was at this very time living with a rich lady, a landowner, Darya Mihailovna Lasunsky, in a position between that of a guest and of a dependant.
In spite of his usual courtesy, Vronsky interrupted her. "This is not a lying-in home, but a hospital for the sick, and is intended for all diseases, except infectious complaints," he said. "Ah! look at this," and he rolled up to Darya Alexandrovna an invalid chair that had just been ordered for the convalescents. "Look." He sat down in the chair and began moving it.
"Do you know that," said Darya Alexandrovna, "I am awfully, awfully sorry for her. You suffer only from pride...." "Perhaps so," said Levin, "but..." She interrupted him. "But she, poor girl...I am awfully, awfully sorry for her. Now I see it all." "Well, Darya Alexandrovna, you must excuse me," he said, getting up. "Good-bye, Darya Alexandrovna, till we meet again."
Darya Alexandrovna peeped out in front, and was delighted when she recognized in the gray hat and gray coat the familiar figure of Levin walking to meet them. She was glad to see him at any time, but at this moment she was specially glad he should see her in all her glory. No one was better able to appreciate her grandeur than Levin.
Lezhnyov, on his part, too, treated him coldly. He did not, however, report his final conclusions about him, which somewhat disquieted Alexandra Pavlovna. She was fascinated by Rudin, but she had confidence in Lezhnyov. Every one in Darya Mihailovna's house humoured Rudin's fancies; his slightest preferences were carried out He determined the plans for the day.
'Why, is it clear to you? he said, turning his foxy face again towards Rudin. 'To me? Yes. 'H'm. No doubt you must know better. 'Does your head ache? Alexandra Pavlovna inquired of Darya Mihailovna. 'No. It is only my c'est nerveux. 'Allow me to inquire, Pigasov was beginning again in his nasal tones, 'your friend, his excellency Baron Muffel I think that's his name? 'Precisely.
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