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"Yes; is that music at his place?" he said, listening to the

familiar sounds of polkas and waltzes floating across to him.

"What's the fete?"

"Serpuhovskoy's come."

"Aha!" said Vronsky, "why, I didn't know."

The smile in his eyes gleamed more brightly than ever.

Having once made up his mind that he was happy in his love, that

he sacrificed his ambition to it-having anyway taken up this

position, Vronsky was incapable of feeling either envious of

Serpuhovskoy or hurt with him for not coming first to him when he

came to the regiment. Serpuhovskoy was a good friend, and he was

delighted he had come.

"Ah, I'm very glad!"