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"You always get younger, Bondarenko," he said to the

rosy-cheeked, smart-looking quartermaster standing just before

him, still youngish looking though doing his second term of

service.

It was three years since Vronsky had seen Serpuhovskoy. He looked

more robust, had let his whiskers grow, but was still the same

graceful creature, whose face and figure were even more striking

from their softness and nobility than their beauty. The only

change Vronsky detected in him was that subdued, continual

radiance of beaming content which settles on the faces of men who

are successful and are sure of the recognition of their success

by everyone. Vronsky knew that radiant air, and immediately

observed it in Serpuhovskoy.