At the end of the evening Kitty told her mother of her conversation with Levin,
and in spite of all the pity she felt for Levin, she was glad at the thought that she
had received an OFFER. She had no doubt that she had acted rightly. But after
she had gone to bed, for a long while she could not sleep. One impression
pursued her relentlessly. It was Levin's face, with his scowling brows, and his
kind eyes looking out in dark dejection below them, as he stood listening to her
father, and glancing at her and at Vronsky. And she felt so sorry for him that
tears came into her eyes. But immediately she thought of the man for whom she
had given him up. She vividly recalled his manly, resolute face, his noble self-
possession, and the good nature conspicuous in everything towards everyone.
She remembered the love for her of the man she loved, and once more all was
gladness in her soul, and she lay on the pillow, smiling with happiness. "I'm sorry,
I'm sorry; but what could I do? It's not my fault," she said to herself; but an inner
voice told her something else. Whether she felt remorse at having won Levin's
love, or at having refused him, she did not know. But her happiness was
poisoned by doubts. "Lord, have pity on us; Lord, have pity on us; Lord, have pity
on us!" she repeated to herself, till she fell asleep.
Meanwhile there took place below, in the prince's little library, one of the scenes
so often repeated between the parents on account of their favorite daughter.
"What? I'll tell you what!" shouted the prince, waving his arms, and at once
wrapping his squirrel-lined dressing-gown round him again. "That you've no
pride, no dignity; that you're disgracing, ruining your daughter by this vulgar,
"But, really, for mercy's sake, prince, what have I done?" said the princess,
She, pleased and happy after her conversation with her daughter, had gone to
the prince to say good-night as usual, and though she had no intention of telling
him of Levin's offer and Kitty's refusal, still she hinted to her husband that she
fancied things were practically settled with Vronsky, and that he would declare
himself so soon as his mother arrived. And thereupon, at those words, the prince
had all at once flown into a passion, and began to use unseemly language.
"What have you done? I'll tell you what. First of all, you're trying to catch an
eligible gentleman, and all Moscow will be talking of it, and with good reason. If
you have evening parties, invite everyone, don't pick out the possible suitors.
Invite all the young bucks. Engage a piano player, and let them dance, and not
as you do things nowadays, hunting up good matches. It makes me sick, sick to
see it, and you've gone on till you've turned the poor wench's head. Levin's a