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"The princess is in the garden; they will inform her immediately.

Would you be pleased to walk into the garden?" announced another

footman in another room.

The position of uncertainty, of indecision, was still the same as

at home-worse, in fact, since it was impossible to take any step,

impossible to see Vronsky, and she had to remain here among

outsiders, in company so uncongenial to her present mood. But she

was wearing a dress that she knew suited her. She was not alone;

all around was that luxurious setting of idleness that she was

used to, and she felt less wretched than at home. She was not

forced to think what she was to do. Everything would be done of

itself. On meeting Betsy coming towards her in a white gown that

struck her by its elegance, Anna smiled at her just as she always

did. Princess Tverskaya was walking with Tushkevitch and a young

lady, a relation, who, to the great joy of her parents in the

provinces, was spending the summer with the fashionable princess.