The shower did not last long, and by the time Vronsky arrived, his shaft horse trotting at full speed, and dragging the off horses galloping through the mud with their reins hanging loose, the sun had peeped out again, the roofs of the summer villas and the old lime trees in the gardens on both sides of the high street sparkled with wet brilliance, and from the twigs came a pleasant drip, and, from the roofs, rushing streams of water. He thought no more of shower spoiling the racecourse, but was now rejoicing because - thanks to the rain - he would be sure to find her at home and alone, as he knew that Alexei Alexandrovich, who had lately returned from a watering place, had not moved from Peterburg. .cartier love necklace replica.
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`Forgive me for coming, but I couldn't pass the day without seeing you,' he went on, speaking French, as he always did, to avoid using the stiff Russian plural form, so impossibly frigid between them, and the dangerously intimate singular.
`Forgive - for what I'm so glad!'
`But you're ill or worried,' he went on, without letting go her hands and bending over her. `What were you thinking of?'
`Always of the same thing.' she said, with a smile.
She spoke the truth. If ever at any moment she had been asked what she was thinking of, she could have answered truly: Of the same thing, of her happiness and her unhappiness. She was thinking, just when he came upon her, of this: Why was it, she wondered, that to others, to Betsy for instance (she knew of her secret connection with Tushkevich), all this was so easy, while to her it was such torture? Today this thought gained special poignancy from certain other considerations. She asked him about the races. He answered her questions, and, seeing that she was agitated, trying to calm her, he began telling her in the simplest tone the details of his preparations for the races.
`Shall I tell him, or not?' she thought, looking into his calm, affable eyes. `He is so happy, so absorbed in his races that he won't understand as he should; he won't understand all the significance of this event to us.'
`But you haven't told me what you were thinking of when I came in,' he said, interrupting his narrative; `pray, tell me!'
She did not answer, and, bending her head a little, she looked inquiringly at him from under her brows, her eyes shining under their long lashes. Her hand shook as it played with a leaf she had picked. He saw it, and his face expressed that utter subjection, that slavish devotion, which had done so much to win her.
`I see something has happened. Do you suppose I can be at peace, knowing you have a trouble I am not sharing? Tell me, for God's sake!' he repeated imploringly.
`Yes, I shan't be able to forgive him if he does not realize all the significance of it. Better not tell; why put him to the proof?' she thought, still staring at him in the same way, and feeling that her hand that held the leaf was trembling more and more.
`For God's sake!' he repeated, taking her hand.
`Shall I tell you?'
`Yes, yes, yes...'
`I am pregnant,' she said, softly and slowly.
The leaf in her hand shook more violently, but she did not take her eyes off him, watching how he would take it. He turned pale, would have said something, but stopped; he dropped her hand, and his head sank on his breast. `Yes, he realizes all the significance of the fact,' she thought, and gratefully she pressed his hand.
But she was mistaken in thinking he realized the significance of the news as she, a woman, realized it. On hearing it, he felt come upon him with tenfold intensity that strange feeling of loathing of someone. But, at the same time, he realized that the turning point he had been longing for had come now; that it was impossible to go on concealing things from her husband, and it was inevitable in one way or another that they should soon put an end to their unnatural position. But, besides that, her emotion physically affected him in the same way. He looked at her with a look of submissive tenderness, kissed her hand, got up, and, in silence, paced up and down the terrace.
`Yes,' he said, going up to her resolutely. `Neither you nor I have looked on our relations as a passing amusement, and now our fate is sealed. It is absolutely necessary to put an end' - he looked round as he spoke - `to the deception in which we are living.'
`Put an end? Put an end how, Alexei?' she said softly.
She was calmer now, and her face lighted up with a tender smile.
`Leave your husband and make our life one.'
`It is one as it is,' she answered, scarcely audibly.
`Yes, but completely, completely.'
`But how, Alexei - tell me how?' she said in melancholy mockery at the hopelessness of her own situation. `Is there any way out of such a situation? Am I not the wife of my husband?'
`There is a way out of every situation. We must take our stand,' he said. `Anything's better than the situation in which you're living. Of course, I see how you torture yourself over everything - the world, and your son, and your husband.'
`Oh, not over my husband,' she said, with a plain smile. `I don't know him, I don't think of him. He doesn't exist.'
`You're not speaking sincerely. I know you. You worry about him too.'
`Oh, he doesn't even know,' she said, and suddenly a hot flush came over her face; her cheeks, her brow, her neck crimsoned, and tears of shame came into her eyes. `But let us not even talk of him.'
? Leo Tolstoy