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Kitty was not married, but ill, and ill from love for a man who

had slighted her. This slight, as it were, rebounded upon him.

Vronsky had slighted her, and she had slighted him, Levin.

Consequently Vronsky had the right to despise Levin, and

therefore he was his enemy. But all this Levin did not think out.

He vaguely felt that there was something in it insulting to him,

and he was not angry now at what had disturbed him, but he fell

foul of everything that presented itself. The stupid sale of the

forest, the fraud practiced upon Oblonsky and concluded in his

house, exasperated him.

"Well, finished?" he said, meeting Stepan Arkadyevitch upstairs.

"Would you like supper?"

"Well, I wouldn't say no to it. What an appetite I get in the

country! Wonderful! Why didn't you offer Ryabinin something?"

"Oh, damn him!"

"Still, how you do treat him!" said Oblonsky. "You didn't even

shake hands with him. Why not shake hands with him?"