“What ever for? What nonsense!”
“But we won’t talk about it. Please forgive me, if I’ve been nasty,” said
Levin. Now that he had opened his heart, he became as he had been in the
morning. “You’re not angry with me, Stiva? Please don’t be angry,” he said,
and smiling, he took his hand.
“Of course not; not a bit, and no reason to be. I’m glad we’ve spoken
openly. And do you know, stand-shooting in the morning is unusually good
—why not go? I couldn’t sleep the night anyway, but I might go straight
from shooting to the station.”
“Capital.”
Chapter 18
Although all Vronsky’s inner life was absorbed in his passion, his
external life unalterably and inevitably followed along the old accustomed
lines of his social and regimental ties and interests. The interests of his
regiment took an important place in Vronsky’s life, both because he was
fond of the regiment, and because the regiment was fond of him. They were
not only fond of Vronsky in his regiment, they respected him too, and were
proud of him; proud that this man, with his immense wealth, his brilliant
education and abilities, and the path open before him to every kind of
success, distinction, and ambition, had disregarded all that, and of all the
interests of life had the interests of his regiment and his comrades nearest to
his heart. Vronsky was aware of his comrades’ view of him, and in addition
to his liking for the life, he felt bound to keep up that reputation.
It need not be said that he did not speak of his love to any of his
comrades, nor did he betray his secret even in the wildest drinking bouts
(though indeed he was never so drunk as to lose all control of himself). And
he shut up any of his thoughtless comrades who attempted to allude to his
connection. But in spite of that, his love was known to all the town;
everyone guessed with more or less confidence at his relations with
Madame Karenina. The majority of the younger men envied him for just
what was the most irksome factor in his love—the exalted position of
Karenin, and the consequent publicity of their connection in society.
The greater number of the young women, who envied Anna and had long
been weary of hearing her called virtuous, rejoiced at the fulfillment of their
predictions, and were only waiting for a decisive turn in public opinion to
fall upon her with all the weight of their scorn. They were already making
ready their handfuls of mud to fling at her when the right moment arrived.
The greater number of the middle-aged people and certain great personages
were displeased at the prospect of the impending scandal in society.
Vronsky’s mother, on hearing of his connection, was at first pleased at it,
because nothing to her mind gave such a finishing touch to a brilliant young
man as a liaison in the highest society; she was pleased, too, that Madame
Karenina, who had so taken her fancy, and had talked so much of her son,
was, after all, just like all other pretty and well-bred women,—at least
according to the Countess Vronskaya’s ideas. But she had heard of late that
her son had refused a position offered him of great importance to his career,
simply in order to remain in the regiment, where he could be constantly
seeing Madame Karenina. She learned that great personages were
displeased with him on this account, and she changed her opinion. She was
vexed, too, that from all she could learn of this connection it was not that
brilliant, graceful, worldly liaison which she would have welcomed, but a
sort of Wertherish, desperate passion, so she was told, which might well
lead him into imprudence. She had not seen him since his abrupt departure
from Moscow, and she sent her elder son to bid him come to see her.
This elder son, too, was displeased with his younger brother. He did not
distinguish what sort of love his might be, big or little, passionate or
passionless, lasting or passing (he kept a ballet girl himself, though he was
the father of a family, so he was lenient in these matters), but he knew that
this love affair was viewed with displeasure by those whom it was
necessary to please, and therefore he did not approve of his brother’s
conduct.
Besides the service and society, Vronsky had another great interest—
horses; he was passionately fond of horses.
That year races and a steeplechase had been arranged for the officers.
Vronsky had put his name down, bought a thoroughbred English mare, and
in spite of his love affair, he was looking forward to the races with intense,
though reserved, excitement….
