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`Impossible! No, that's just charming!'
`I wonder that with her sense - for after all she's no fool - she doesn't see how funny she is.'
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The husband of Princess Betsy, a good-natured corpulent man, an ardent collector of engravings, hearing that his wife had visitors, had come into the drawing room before leaving for his club. Stepping noiselessly over the thick rugs, he approached Princess Miaghkaia.
`How did you like Nilsson?' he asked.
`Oh, how can you steal up on anyone like that! How you startled me!' she responded. `Please don't talk to me about the opera; you know nothing about music. I'd rather come down to your own level, and discuss with you your majolica and engravings. Come, now, what treasure have you been buying lately at the rag fair?'
`Would you like me to show you? But you don't understand such things.'
`Yes, show me. I've been learning about them at those - what's their names?... those bankers... They have some splendid engravings. They showed them to us.'
`Why, have you been at the Schutzburgs?' asked the hostess from behind the samovar.
`She's unique!' said the lady of the house.
`Amazing!' somebody else added.
The effect produced by Princess Miaghkaia's speeches was always the same, and the secret of the effect she produced lay in the fact that though she spoke not always appropriately, as now, she said homely truths, not devoid of sense. In the society in which she lived such utterances had the same result as the most pungent wit. Princess Miaghkaia could never see why it had that result, but she knew it had, and took advantage of it.
Since everyone had been listening while Princess Miaghkaia spoke, and the conversation around the ambassador's wife had dropped, Princess Betsy tried to bring the whole party together, and she addressed the ambassador's wife.
`Really won't you have tea? Do come and join us.'
`No, we're very comfortable here,' the ambassador's wife responded with a smile, and went on with the interrupted conversation.
It was a most agreeable conversation. They were censuring the Karenins, husband and wife.
`Anna is quite changed since her stay in Moscow. There's something strange about her,' said one of her feminine friends.
`The great change is that she has brought back with her the shadow of Alexei Vronsky,' said the ambassador's wife.
`Well, what of it? There's a fable of Grimm's about a man without a shadow - a man deprived of his shadow. As a punishment for something or other. I never could understand just how this was a punishment. Yet a woman must probably feel uncomfortable without a shadow.'
`Yes, but women followed by a shadow usually come to a bad end,' said Anna's friend.
`Bite your tongue!' said Princess Miaghkaia suddenly. `Karenina is a splendid woman. I don't like her husband - but her I like very much.'
`Why don't you like her husband? He's such a remarkable man,' said the ambassador's wife. `My husband says there are few statesmen like him in Europe.'
`And my husband tells me just the same, but I don't believe it,' said Princess Miaghkaia. `If our husbands didn't talk to us, we should see the facts as they are. Alexei Alexandrovich, to my thinking, is simply a fool. I say it in a whisper.... But doesn't it really make everything clear? Before, when I was told to consider him clever, I kept looking for his ability, and thought myself a fool for not seeing it; but directly I said, he's a fool, though only in a whisper, everything became clear - isn't that so?'
`How spiteful you are today!'
`Not a bit. I'd no other way out of it. One of us two had to be the fool. And, as you know, one could never say that of oneself.'
`No one is satisfied with his fortune, and everyone is satisfied with his wit,' the diplomatist repeated the French saying.
`That's it - that's just it,' Princess Miaghkaia turned to him promptly. `But the point is that I won't abandon Anna to your mercies. She's such a dear, so charming. How can she help it if they're all in love with her, and follow her about like shadows?'
`Oh, I had no idea of censuring her,' Anna's friend said in self-defense.
`If we have no shadows following us, it does not prove that we've any right to blame her.'
And, having duly disposed of Anna's friend, the Princess Miaghkaia got up, and, together with the ambassador's wife, joined the group at the table, where the general conversation had to do with the king of Prussia.
`What were you gossiping so maliciously about?' asked Betsy.
`About the Karenins. The Princess gave us a character sketch of Alexei Alexandrovich,' said the ambassador's wife with a smile, as she sat down at the table.
`Pity we didn't hear it!' said Princess Betsy, glancing toward the door. `Ah, here you are at last!' she said, turning with a smile to Vronsky who was entering.
Vronsky was not merely acquainted with all the persons whom he was meeting here; he saw them all every day; and so he came in with the quiet manner with which one enters a room full of people whom one had left only a short while ago.
`Where do I come from?' he repeated the question of the ambassador's wife. `Well, there's no help for it - I must confess. From the opera bouffe. I do believe I've seen it a hundred times, and always with fresh enjoyment. It's exquisite! I know it's disgraceful, but I go to sleep at the opera, yet I sit out the opera bouffe to the last minute, and enjoy it. This evening...'
He mentioned a French actress, and was about to tell something about her; but the ambassador's wife, with playful trepidation, cut him short.
`Please, don't tell us about that horror.'
`Very well, I won't - especially as everyone knows those horrors.'
`And we should all go to see them if it were accepted as the correct thing, like the opera,' chimed in Princess Miaghkaia.
? Leo Tolstoy