`So then we shan't meet again?' said Iashvin getting up and turning to Vronsky. `Where do you have your dinner?'
`Come and dine with me,' said Anna resolutely, angry it seemed with herself for her embarrassment, but flushing as she always did when she defined her position before a fresh person. `The dinner here is not good, but at least you will see him. There is no one of his old friends in the regiment Alexei cares for as he does for you.'
`Delighted,' said Iashvin with a smile, from which Vronsky could see that he liked Anna very much.
Iashvin said good-by, and went away; Vronsky stayed behind.
`Are you going too?' she said to him.
`I'm late already,' he answered. `Run along! I'll catch up in a moment,' he called to Iashvin.
She took him by the hand, and without taking her eyes off him, gazed at him while she ransacked her mind for the words to say that would keep him.
`Wait a minute, there's something I want to say to you,' and taking his broad hand she pressed it on her neck. `Oh, was it right my asking him to dinner?'
`You did quite right,' he said with a serene smile that showed his close teeth, and he kissed her hand.
`Alexei, you have not changed to me?' she said, pressing his hand in both of hers. `Alexei, I am miserable here. When are we going away?'
`Soon, soon. You wouldn't believe how disagreeable our way of living here is to me too,' he said, and he drew away his hand.
`Well, go, go!' she said, offended, and she walked quickly away from him.
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TOLSTOY: Anna Karenina Part 5, Chapter 32[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] Chapter 32 When Vronsky returned home, Anna was not yet home. Soon after he had left, some lady, so they told him, had come to see her, and she had gone out with her. That she had gone out without leaving word where she was going, that she had not yet come back, and that all the morning she had been going about somewhere without a word to him - all this, together with the strange look of excitement in her face in the morning, and the recollection of the hostile tone with which she had before Iashvin almost snatched her son's photographs out of his hands, made him serious. He decided he absolutely must speak openly with her. And he waited for her in her drawing room.
But Anna did not return alone, but brought with her her old unmarried aunt, Princess Oblonskaia. This was the lady who had come in the morning, and with whom Anna had gone out shopping. Anna appeared not to notice Vronsky's worried and inquiring expression, and began a lively account of her morning's shopping. He saw that there was something working within her; in her flashing eyes, when they rested for a moment on him, there was an intense concentration, and in her words and movements there was that nervous rapidity and grace which, during the early period of their intimacy, had so fascinated him, but which now so disturbed and alarmed him.
The dinner was laid for four. All were gathered together and about to go into the little dining room when Tushkevich made his appearance with a message from Princess Betsy. Princess Betsy begged her to excuse her not having come to say good-by; she had been indisposed, but begged Anna to come to her between half-past six and half-past eight o'clock. Vronsky glanced at Anna at the precise limit of time, so suggestive of steps having been taken that she should meet no one; but Anna appeared not to notice it.
`Very sorry that I can't come just between half-past six and nine,'
she said with a faint smile.
`The Princess will be very sorry.'
`And so shall I.'
`You're going, no doubt, to hear Patti?' said Tushkevich.
`Patti? You give me an idea. I would go if it were possible to get a box.'
`I can get one,' Tushkevich offered his services.
`I should be very, very grateful to you,' said Anna. `But won't you dine with us?'
Vronsky gave a hardly perceptible shrug. He was at a complete loss to understand what Anna was about. What had she brought the old Princess Oblonskaia home for, what had she made Tushkevich stay to dinner for, and, most amazing of all, why was she sending him for a box? Could she possibly think in her position of going to Patti's benefit, where all the circle of her acquaintances would be? He looked at her with serious eyes, but she responded with that defiant, half-mirthful, half-desperate look, the meaning of which he could not comprehend. At dinner Anna was in aggressively high spirits - she almost flirted both with Tushkevich and with Iashvin.
When they got up from dinner and Tushkevich had gone to get a box at the opera, Iashvin went to smoke, and Vronsky went down with him to his own rooms. After sitting there for some time he ran upstairs. Anna was already dressed in a low-necked gown of light silk and velvet that she had had made in Paris, and with costly white lace on her head, framing her face, and particularly becoming, showing up her dazzling beauty.
`Are you really going to the theater?' he said, trying not to look at her.
`Why do you ask with such alarm?' she said, wounded again at his not looking at her. `Why shouldn't I go?'
She appeared not to understand the meaning of his words.
`Oh, of course there's no reason whatever,' he said frowning.
`That's just what I say,' she said, willfully refusing to see the irony of his tone, and quietly turning back her long, perfumed glove.
`Anna, for God's sake! What is the matter with you?' he said, watching her exactly as once her husband had done.
`I don't understand what you are asking.'
`You know that it's out of the question to go.'
`Why so? I'm not going alone. Princess Varvara has gone to dress - she is going with me.'
He shrugged his shoulders with an air of perplexity and despair.
`But do you mean to say you don't know?...' he began.
