`Ah, Princess! That was something like!' said Stepan Arkadyevich, suddenly appearing in the midst of the crowd and beaming upon them with a delighted smile. `Capitally, warmly said, wasn't it? Bravo! And Sergei Ivanovich! Why, you ought to have said something - just a few words, you know, to encourage them; you do that so well,' he added with a soft, respectful, and discreet smile, moving Sergei Ivanovich forward a little by the arm.

`No, I'm just off.'

`Where to?'

`To the country, to my brother's,' answered Sergei Ivanovich.

`Then you'll see my wife. I've written to her, but you'll see her first. Please tell her that they've seen me and that it's ``all right,' as the English say. She'll understand. Oh, and be so good as to tell her I'm appointed member of the committee.... But she'll understand! You know, les petites misères de la vie humaine,' he said, as it were apologizing to the Princess. `And Princess Miaghkaia - not Liza, but Bibish - is sending a thousand guns and twelve nurses, after all. Did I tell you?'

`Yes, I heard so,' answered Koznishev indifferently.

`It's a pity you're going away,' said Stepan Arkadyevich. `Tomorrow we're giving a dinner to two who are setting off - Dimer-Biartniansky from Peterburg and our Veslovsky, Grisha. They're both going. Veslovsky's only lately married. There's a fine fellow for you! Eh, Princess?' he turned to the lady.

The Princess looked at Koznishev without replying. But the fact that Sergei Ivanovich and the Princess seemed anxious to get rid of him did not in the least disconcert Stepan Arkadyevich. Smiling, he stared at the feather in the Princess's hat, and then about him as though he were going to pick something up. Seeing a lady approaching with a collection box, he beckoned her up and put in a five-rouble note.

`I can never see these collection boxes unmoved while I've money in my pocket,' he said. `And how about today's telegram? Fine chaps those Montenegrins!'

`You don't say so!' he cried, when the Princess told him that Vronsky was going by this train. For an instant Stepan Arkadyevich's face looked sad, but a minute later, when, stroking his whiskers and swinging as he walked, he went into the hall where Vronsky was, he had completely forgotten his own despairing sobs over his sister's corpse, and he saw in Vronsky only a hero and an old friend.

`With all his faults one can't refuse to do him justice,' said the Princess to Sergei Ivanovich, as soon as Stepan Arkadyevich had left them. `What a typically Russian, Slav nature! Only, I'm afraid it won't be pleasant for Vronsky to see him. Say what you will, I'm touched by that man's fate. Do talk to him a little on the way,' said the Princess.

`Yes, perhaps, if the occasion arises.'

`I never liked him. But this atones for a great deal. He's not merely going himself - he's taking a squadron at his own expense.'

`Yes, so I heard.'

A bell sounded. Everyone crowded to the doors.

`Here he is!' said the Princess, indicating Vronsky, who, with his mother on his arm walked by, wearing a long overcoat and wide-brimmed black hat. Oblonsky was walking beside him, talking eagerly of something.

Vronsky was frowning and looking straight before him, as though he did not hear what Stepan Arkadyevich was saying.