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More than once she had told herself during the past few days, and

again only a few moments before, that Vronsky was for her only

one of the hundreds of young men, forever exactly the same, that

are met everywhere, that she would never allow herself to bestow

a thought upon him. But now at the first instant of meeting him,

she was seized by a feeling of joyful pride. She had no need to

ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her

that he was here to be where she was.

"I didn't know you were going. What are you coming for?" she

said, letting fall the hand with which she had grasped the door

post. And irrepressible delight and eagerness shone in her face.

"What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her

eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said;

"I can't help it."