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Petritsky
was
a
young
lieutenant
,
not
particularly
well
-
connected
,
and
not
merely
not
wealthy
,
but
always
hopelessly
in
debt
.
Towards
evening
he
was
always
drunk
,
and
he
had
often
been
locked
up
after
all
sorts
of
ludicrous
and
disgraceful
scandals
,
but
he
was
a
favorite
both
of
his
comrades
and
his
superior
officers
.
On
arriving
at
twelve
o
’
clock
from
the
station
at
his
flat
,
Vronsky
saw
,
at
the
outer
door
,
a
hired
carriage
familiar
to
him
.
While
still
outside
his
own
door
,
as
he
rang
,
he
heard
masculine
laughter
,
the
lisp
of
a
feminine
voice
,
and
Petritsky
’
s
voice
.
“
If
that
’
s
one
of
the
villains
,
don
’
t
let
him
in
!
”
Vronsky
told
the
servant
not
to
announce
him
,
and
slipped
quietly
into
the
first
room
.
Baroness
Shilton
,
a
friend
of
Petritsky
’
s
,
with
a
rosy
little
face
and
flaxen
hair
,
resplendent
in
a
lilac
satin
gown
,
and
filling
the
whole
room
,
like
a
canary
,
with
her
Parisian
chatter
,
sat
at
the
round
table
making
coffee
.
Petritsky
,
in
his
overcoat
,
and
the
cavalry
captain
Kamerovsky
,
in
full
uniform
,
probably
just
come
from
duty
,
were
sitting
each
side
of
her
.
“
Bravo
!
Vronsky
!
”
shouted
Petritsky
,
jumping
up
,
scraping
his
chair
.
“
Our
host
himself
!
Baroness
,
some
coffee
for
him
out
of
the
new
coffee
pot
.
Why
,
we
didn
’
t
expect
you
!
Hope
you
’
re
satisfied
with
the
ornament
of
your
study
,
”
he
said
,
indicating
the
baroness
.
“
You
know
each
other
,
of
course
?
”
“
I
should
think
so
,
”
said
Vronsky
,
with
a
bright
smile
,
pressing
the
baroness
’
s
little
hand
.
“
What
next
!
I
’
m
an
old
friend
.
”
“
You
’
re
home
after
a
journey
,
”
said
the
baroness
,
“
so
I
’
m
flying
.
Oh
,
I
’
ll
be
off
this
minute
,
if
I
’
m
in
the
way
.
”
“
You
’
re
home
,
wherever
you
are
,
baroness
,
”
said
Vronsky
.
“
How
do
you
do
,
Kamerovsky
?
”
he
added
,
coldly
shaking
hands
with
Kamerovsky
.
“
There
,
you
never
know
how
to
say
such
pretty
things
,
”
said
the
baroness
,
turning
to
Petritsky
.
“
No
;
what
’
s
that
for
?
After
dinner
I
say
things
quite
as
good
.
”
“
After
dinner
there
’
s
no
credit
in
them
?
Well
,
then
,
I
’
ll
make
you
some
coffee
,
so
go
and
wash
and
get
ready
,
”
said
the
baroness
,
sitting
down
again
,
and
anxiously
turning
the
screw
in
the
new
coffee
pot
.
“
Pierre
,
give
me
the
coffee
,
”
she
said
,
addressing
Petritsky
,
whom
she
called
Pierre
as
a
contraction
of
his
surname
,
making
no
secret
of
her
relations
with
him
.
“
I
’
ll
put
it
in
.
”
“
You
’
ll
spoil
it
!
”
