`But what makes you suppose so?'

`I don't suppose; I know. For such things we have eyes; womenfolk haven't. I see a man who has serious intentions, that's Levin: and I see a quail, like this cackler, who's only amusing himself.'

`Oh, well, when once you get an idea into your head!...'

`Well, you'll remember my words, but too late, just as with Dashenka.'

`Well, well, we won't talk of it,' the Princess stopped him, recollecting her unlucky Dolly.

`By all means, and good night!'

And signing each other with the cross, the husband and wife parted with a kiss, feeling that each remained of his or her own opinion.

The Princess had at first been quite certain that that evening had settled Kitty's fortune, and that there could be no doubt of Vronsky's intentions, but her husband's words had disturbed her. And returning to her own room, in terror before the unknown future, she, too, like Kitty, repeated several times in her heart, `Lord, have pity; Lord, have pity; Lord, have pity!'