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She recalled the timid, softened look with which he gazed at her,

and the strange feeling of compassion and awkwardness, and later

of a sense of her own goodness, which she had felt at it. How

nice it all was! But all that was at first. Now, a few days ago,

everything was suddenly spoiled. Anna Pavlovna had met Kitty with

affected cordiality, and had kept continual watch on her and on

her husband.

Could that touching pleasure he showed when she came near be the

cause of Anna Pavlovna's coolness?

"Yes," she mused, "there was something unnatural about Anna

Pavlovna, and utterly unlike her good nature, when she said

angrily the day before yesterday: 'There, he will keep waiting

for you; he wouldn't drink his coffee without you, though he's

grown so dreadfully weak.'"