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"Oh! what a happy time you are at," pursued Anna. "I remember,

and I know that blue haze like the mist on the mountains in

Switzerland. That mist which covers everything in that blissful

time when childhood is just ending, and out of that vast circle,

happy and gay, there is a path growing narrower and narrower, and

it is delightful and alarming to enter the ballroom, bright and

splendid as it is.... Who has not been through it?"

Kitty smiled without speaking. "But how did she go through it?

How I should like to know all her love story!" thought Kitty,

recalling the unromantic appearance of Alexey Alexandrovitch, her

husband.

"I know something. Stiva told me, and I congratulate you. I liked

him so much," Anna continued. "I met Vronsky at the railway

station."

"Oh, was he there?" asked Kitty, blushing. "What was it Stiva

told you?"