Anna Karenina HTML version
Next day at eleven o'clock in the morning Vronsky drove to the station of the
Petersburg railway to meet his mother, and the first person he came across on
the great flight of steps was Oblonsky, who was expecting his sister by the same
"Ah! your excellency!" cried Oblonsky, "whom are you meeting?"
"My mother," Vronsky responded, smiling, as everyone did who met Oblonsky.
He shook hands with him, and together they ascended the steps. "She is to be
here from Petersburg today."
"I was looking out for you till two o'clock last night. Where did you go after the
"Home," answered Vronsky. "I must own I felt so well content yesterday after the
Shtcherbatskys' that I didn't care to go anywhere."
"I know a gallant steed by tokens sure, And by his eyes I know a youth in
declaimed Stepan Arkadyevitch, just as he had done before to Levin.
Vronsky smiled with a look that seemed to say that he did not deny it, but he
promptly changed the subject.
"And whom are you meeting?" he asked.
"I? I've come to meet a pretty woman," said Oblonsky.
"You don't say so!"
"Honi soit qui mal y pense! My sister Anna."
"Ah! that's Madame Karenina," said Vronsky.
"You know her, no doubt?"
"I think I do. Or perhaps not...I really am not sure," Vronsky answered heedlessly,
with a vague recollection of something stiff and tedious evoked by the name