صفحة 173 من 2288

"Well, well, allow me to kiss your hand."

"Good-bye, Ivan Petrovitch. And could you see if my brother is

here, and send him to me?" said the lady in the doorway, and

stepped back again into the compartment.

"Well, have you found your brother?" said Countess Vronskaya,

addressing the lady.

Vronsky understood now that this was Madame Karenina.

"Your brother is here," he said, standing up. "Excuse me, I did

not know you, and, indeed, our acquaintance was so slight," said

Vronsky, bowing, "that no doubt you do not remember me."

"Oh, no," said she, "I should have known you because your mother

and I have been talking, I think, of nothing but you all the

way." As she spoke she let the eagerness that would insist on

coming out show itself in her smile. "And still no sign of my

brother."

"Do call him, Alexey," said the old countess. Vronsky stepped out

onto the platform and shouted:

"Oblonsky! Here!"