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"The firmer the woman's footing in society, the worse it is.

That's much the same as-not merely carrying the fardeau in your

arms-but tearing it away from someone else."

"You have never loved," Vronsky said softly, looking straight

before him and thinking of Anna.

"Perhaps. But you remember what I've said to you. And another

thing, women are all more materialistic than men. We make

something immense out of love, but they are always

terre-a-terre."

"Directly, directly!" he cried to a footman who came in. But the

footman had not come to call them again, as he supposed. The

footman brought Vronsky a note.

"A man brought it from Princess Tverskaya."

Vronsky opened the letter, and flushed crimson.

"My head's begun to ache; I'm going home," he said to

Serpuhovskoy.

"Oh, good-bye then. You give me carte blanche!"

"We'll talk about it later on; I'll look you up in Petersburg."

Chapter 22