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Vronsky saw nothing and no one. He felt himself a king, not

because he believed that he had made an impression on Anna-he did

not yet believe that,-but because the impression she had made on

him gave him happiness and pride.

What would come of it all he did not know, he did not even think.

He felt that all his forces, hitherto dissipated, wasted, were

centered on one thing, and bent with fearful energy on one

blissful goal. And he was happy at it. He knew only that he had

told her the truth, that he had come where she was, that all the

happiness of his life, the only meaning in life for him, now lay

in seeing and hearing her. And when he got out of the carriage at

Bologova to get some seltzer water, and caught sight of Anna,

involuntarily his first word had told her just what he thought.

And he was glad he had told her it, that she knew it now and was

thinking of it. He did not sleep all night. When he was back in

the carriage, he kept unceasingly going over every position in

which he had seen her, every word she had uttered, and before his

fancy, making his heart faint with emotion, floated pictures of a

possible future.