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It's not my fault," she said to herself; but an inner voice told

her something else. Whether she felt remorse at having won

Levin's love, or at having refused him, she did not know. But her

happiness was poisoned by doubts. "Lord, have pity on us; Lord,

have pity on us; Lord, have pity on us!" she repeated to herself,

till she fell asleep.

Meanwhile there took place below, in the prince's little library,

one of the scenes so often repeated between the parents on

account of their favorite daughter.

"What? I'll tell you what!" shouted the prince, waving his arms,

and at once wrapping his squirrel-lined dressing-gown round him

again. "That you've no pride, no dignity; that you're disgracing,

ruining your daughter by this vulgar, stupid matchmaking!"

"But, really, for mercy's sake, prince, what have I done?" said

the princess, almost crying.