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Happily
for
Levin
,
the
old
princess
cut
short
his
agonies
by
getting
up
herself
and
advising
Kitty
to
go
to
bed
.
But
even
at
this
point
Levin
could
not
escape
another
agony
.
As
he
said
good
-
night
to
his
hostess
,
Vassenka
would
again
have
kissed
her
hand
,
but
Kitty
,
reddening
,
drew
back
her
hand
and
said
with
a
naïve
bluntness
,
for
which
the
old
princess
scolded
her
afterwards
:
“
We
don
’
t
like
that
fashion
.
”
In
Levin
’
s
eyes
she
was
to
blame
for
having
allowed
such
relations
to
arise
,
and
still
more
to
blame
for
showing
so
awkwardly
that
she
did
not
like
them
.
“
Why
,
how
can
one
want
to
go
to
bed
!
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
who
,
after
drinking
several
glasses
of
wine
at
supper
,
was
now
in
his
most
charming
and
sentimental
humor
.
“
Look
,
Kitty
,
”
he
said
,
pointing
to
the
moon
,
which
had
just
risen
behind
the
lime
trees
—
“
how
exquisite
!
Veslovsky
,
this
is
the
time
for
a
serenade
.
You
know
,
he
has
a
splendid
voice
;
we
practiced
songs
together
along
the
road
.
He
has
brought
some
lovely
songs
with
him
,
two
new
ones
.
Varvara
Andreevna
and
he
must
sing
some
duets
.
”
When
the
party
had
broken
up
,
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
walked
a
long
while
about
the
avenue
with
Veslovsky
;
their
voices
could
be
heard
singing
one
of
the
new
songs
.
Levin
hearing
these
voices
sat
scowling
in
an
easy
-
chair
in
his
wife
’
s
bedroom
,
and
maintained
an
obstinate
silence
when
she
asked
him
what
was
wrong
.
But
when
at
last
with
a
timid
glance
she
hazarded
the
question
:
“
Was
there
perhaps
something
you
disliked
about
Veslovsky
?
”
—
it
all
burst
out
,
and
he
told
her
all
.
He
was
humiliated
himself
at
what
he
was
saying
,
and
that
exasperated
him
all
the
more
.
He
stood
facing
her
with
his
eyes
glittering
menacingly
under
his
scowling
brows
,
and
he
squeezed
his
strong
arms
across
his
chest
,
as
though
he
were
straining
every
nerve
to
hold
himself
in
.
The
expression
of
his
face
would
have
been
grim
,
and
even
cruel
,
if
it
had
not
at
the
same
time
had
a
look
of
suffering
which
touched
her
.
His
jaws
were
twitching
,
and
his
voice
kept
breaking
.
“
You
must
understand
that
I
’
m
not
jealous
,
that
’
s
a
nasty
word
.
I
can
’
t
be
jealous
,
and
believe
that
.
.
.
.
I
can
’
t
say
what
I
feel
,
but
this
is
awful
.
.
.
.
I
’
m
not
jealous
,
but
I
’
m
wounded
,
humiliated
that
anybody
dare
think
,
that
anybody
dare
look
at
you
with
eyes
like
that
.
”
