He wanted Levin to be in good spirits. But it was not that Levin was not in good spirits; he was ill at ease. With what he had in his soul, he felt sore and uncomfortable in the restaurant, in the midst of private rooms where men were dining with ladies, in all this fuss and bustle; the surroundings of bronzes, looking gla.s.ses, gas, and waiters--all of it was offensive to him. He was afraid of sullying what his soul was brimful of.

"I? Yes, I am; but besides, all this bothers me," he said. "You can"t conceive how queer it all seems to a country person like me, as queer as that gentleman"s nails I saw at your place..."

"Yes, I saw how much interested you were in poor Grinevitch"s nails," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, laughing.

"It"s too much for me," responded Levin. "Do try, now, and put yourself in my place, take the point of view of a country person. We in the country try to bring our hands into such a state as will be most convenient for working with. So we cut our nails; sometimes we turn up our sleeves. And here people purposely let their nails grow as long as they will, and link on small saucers by way of studs, so that they can do nothing with their hands."

Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled gaily.

"Oh, yes, that"s just a sign that he has no need to do coa.r.s.e work. His work is with the mind..."

"Maybe. But still it"s queer to me, just as at this moment it seems queer to me that we country folks try to get our meals over as soon as we can, so as to be ready for our work, while here are we trying to drag out our meal as long as possible, and with that object eating oysters..."

"Why, of course," objected Stepan Arkadyevitch. "But that"s just the aim of civilization--to make everything a source of enjoyment."

"Well, if that"s its aim, I"d rather be a savage."

"And so you are a savage. All you Levins are savages."

Levin sighed. He remembered his brother Nikolay, and felt ashamed and sore, and he scowled; but Oblonsky began speaking of a subject which at once drew his attention.

"Oh, I say, are you going tonight to our people, the Shtcherbatskys", I mean?" he said, his eyes sparkling significantly as he pushed away the empty rough sh.e.l.ls, and drew the cheese towards him.

"Yes, I shall certainly go," replied Levin; "though I fancied the princess was not very warm in her invitation."

"What nonsense! That"s her manner.... Come, boy, the soup!.... That"s her manner--grande dame," said Stepan Arkadyevitch. "I"m coming, too, but I have to go to the Countess Bonina"s rehearsal. Come, isn"t it true that you"re a savage? How do you explain the sudden way in which you vanished from Moscow? The Shtcherbatskys were continually asking me about you, as though I ought to know. The only thing I know is that you always do what no one else does."

"Yes," said Levin, slowly and with emotion, "you"re right. I am a savage. Only, my savageness is not in having gone away, but in coming now. Now I have come..."

"Oh, what a lucky fellow you are!" broke in Stepan Arkadyevitch, looking into Levin"s eyes.

"Why?"

"I know a gallant steed by tokens sure, And by his eyes I know a youth in love," declaimed Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Everything is before you."

"Why, is it over for you already?"

"No; not over exactly, but the future is yours, and the present is mine, and the present--well, it"s not all that it might be."

"How so?"

"Oh, things go wrong. But I don"t want to talk of myself, and besides I can"t explain it all," said Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Well, why have you come to Moscow, then?.... Hi! take away!" he called to the Tatar.

"You guess?" responded Levin, his eyes like deep wells of light fixed on Stepan Arkadyevitch.

"I guess, but I can"t be the first to talk about it. You can see by that whether I guess right or wrong," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, gazing at Levin with a subtle smile.

"Well, and what have you to say to me?" said Levin in a quivering voice, feeling that all the muscles of his face were quivering too. "How do you look at the question?"

Stepan Arkadyevitch slowly emptied his gla.s.s of Chablis, never taking his eyes off Levin.

"I?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, "there"s nothing I desire so much as that--nothing! It would be the best thing that could be."

"But you"re not making a mistake? You know what we"re speaking of?" said Levin, piercing him with his eyes. "You think it"s possible?"

"I think it"s possible. Why not possible?"

"No! do you really think it"s possible? No, tell me all you think! Oh, but if...if refusal"s in store for me!... Indeed I feel sure..."

"Why should you think that?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling at his excitement.

"It seems so to me sometimes. That will be awful for me, and for her too."

"Oh, well, anyway there"s nothing awful in it for a girl. Every girl"s proud of an offer."

"Yes, every girl, but not she."

Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled. He so well knew that feeling of Levin"s, that for him all the girls in the world were divided into two cla.s.ses: one cla.s.s--all the girls in the world except her, and those girls with all sorts of human weaknesses, and very ordinary girls: the other cla.s.s--she alone, having no weaknesses of any sort and higher than all humanity.

"Stay, take some sauce," he said, holding back Levin"s hand as it pushed away the sauce.

Levin obediently helped himself to sauce, but would not let Stepan Arkadyevitch go on with his dinner.

"No, stop a minute, stop a minute," he said. "You must understand that it"s a question of life and death for me. I have never spoken to any one of this. And there"s no one I could speak of it to, except you. You know we"re utterly unlike each other, different tastes and views and everything; but I know you"re fond of me and understand me, and that"s why I like you awfully. But for G.o.d"s sake, be quite straightforward with me."

"I tell you what I think," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling. "But I"ll say more: my wife is a wonderful woman..." Stepan Arkadyevitch sighed, remembering his position with his wife, and, after a moment"s silence, resumed--"She has a gift of foreseeing things. She sees right through people; but that"s not all; she knows what will come to pa.s.s, especially in the way of marriages. She foretold, for instance, that Princess Shahovskaya would marry Brenteln. No one would believe it, but it came to pa.s.s. And she"s on your side."

"How do you mean?"

"It"s not only that she likes you--she says that Kitty is certain to be your wife."

At these words Levin"s face suddenly lighted up with a smile, a smile not far from tears of emotion.

"She says that!" cried Levin. "I always said she was exquisite, your wife. There, that"s enough, enough said about it," he said, getting up from his seat.

"All right, but do sit down."

But Levin could not sit down. He walked with his firm tread twice up and down the little cage of a room, blinked his eyelids that his tears might not fall, and only then sat down to the table.

"You must understand," said he, "it"s not love. I"ve been in love, but it"s not that. It"s not my feeling, but a sort of force outside me has taken possession of me. I went away, you see, because I made up my mind that it could never be, you understand, as a happiness that does not come on earth; but I"ve struggled with myself, I see there"s no living without it. And it must be settled."

"What did you go away for?"

"Ah, stop a minute! Ah, the thoughts that come crowding on one! The questions one must ask oneself! Listen. You can"t imagine what you"ve done for me by what you said. I"m so happy that I"ve become positively hateful; I"ve forgotten everything. I heard today that my brother Nikolay...you know, he"s here...I had even forgotten him. It seems to me that he"s happy too. It"s a sort of madness. But one thing"s awful.... Here, you"ve been married, you know the feeling...it"s awful that we--old--with a past... not of love, but of sins...are brought all at once so near to a creature pure and innocent; it"s loathsome, and that"s why one can"t help feeling oneself unworthy."

"Oh, well, you"ve not many sins on your conscience."

"Alas! all the same," said Levin, "when with loathing I go over my life, I shudder and curse and bitterly regret it.... Yes."

"What would you have? The world"s made so," said Stepan Arkadyevitch.

"The one comfort is like that prayer, which I always liked: "Forgive me not according to my unworthiness, but according to Thy lovingkindness." That"s the only way she can forgive me."

Chapter 11.

Levin emptied his gla.s.s, and they were silent for a while.

"There"s one other thing I ought to tell you. Do you know Vronsky?" Stepan Arkadyevitch asked Levin.

"No, I don"t. Why do you ask?"

"Give us another bottle," Stepan Arkadyevitch directed the Tatar, who was filling up their gla.s.ses and fidgeting round them just when he was not wanted.

"Why you ought to know Vronsky is that he"s one of your rivals."

"Who"s Vronsky?" said Levin, and his face was suddenly transformed from the look of childlike ecstasy which Oblonsky had just been admiring to an angry and unpleasant expression.

"Vronsky is one of the sons of Count Kirill Ivanovitch Vronsky, and one of the finest specimens of the gilded youth of Petersburg. I made his acquaintance in Tver when I was there on official business, and he came there for the levy of recruits. Fearfully rich, handsome, great connections, an aide-de-camp, and with all that a very nice, good-natured fellow. But he"s more than simply a good-natured fellow, as I"ve found out here--he"s a cultivated man, too, and very intelligent; he"s a man who"ll make his mark."

Levin scowled and was dumb.

"Well, he turned up here soon after you"d gone, and as I can see, he"s over head and ears in love with Kitty, and you know that her mother..."

"Excuse me, but I know nothing," said Levin, frowning gloomily. And immediately he recollected his brother Nikolay and how hateful he was to have been able to forget him.

"You wait a bit, wait a bit," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling and touching his hand. "I"ve told you what I know, and I repeat that in this delicate and tender matter, as far as one can conjecture, I believe the chances are in your favor."

Levin dropped back in his chair; his face was pale.

"But I would advise you to settle the thing as soon as may be," pursued Oblonsky, filling up his gla.s.s.

"No, thanks, I can"t drink any more," said Levin, pushing away his gla.s.s. "I shall be drunk.... Come, tell me how are you getting on?" he went on, obviously anxious to change the conversation.

"One word more: in any case I advise you to settle the question soon. Tonight I don"t advise you to speak," said Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Go round tomorrow morning, make an offer in due form, and G.o.d bless you..."

"Oh, do you still think of coming to me for some shooting? Come next spring, do," said Levin.

Now his whole soul was full of remorse that he had begun this conversation with Stepan Arkadyevitch. A feeling such as his was prefaced by talk of the rivalry of some Petersburg officer, of the suppositions and the counsels of Stepan Arkadyevitch.

Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled. He knew what was pa.s.sing in Levin"s soul.

"I"ll come some day," he said. "But women, my boy, they"re the pivot everything turns upon. Things are in a bad way with me, very bad. And it"s all through women. Tell me frankly now," he pursued, picking up a cigar and keeping one hand on his gla.s.s; "give me your advice."

"Why, what is it?"

"I"ll tell you. Suppose you"re married, you love your wife, but you"re fascinated by another woman..."

"Excuse me, but I"m absolutely unable to comprehend how...just as I can"t comprehend how I could now, after my dinner, go straight to a baker"s shop and steal a roll."

Stepan Arkadyevitch"s eyes sparkled more than usual.

"Why not? A roll will sometimes smell so good one can"t resist it."

"Himmlisch ist"s, wenn ich bezwungen Meine irdische Begier; Aber doch wenn"s nich gelungen Hatt" ich auch recht huebsch Plaisir!"

As he said this, Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled subtly. Levin, too, could not help smiling.

"Yes, but joking apart," resumed Stepan Arkadyevitch, "you must understand that the woman is a sweet, gentle loving creature, poor and lonely, and has sacrificed everything. Now, when the thing"s done, don"t you see, can one possibly cast her off? Even supposing one parts from her, so as not to break up one"s family life, still, can one help feeling for her, setting her on her feet, softening her lot?"

"Well, you must excuse me there. You know to me all women are divided into two cla.s.ses...at least no...truer to say: there are women and there are...I"ve never seen exquisite fallen beings, and I never shall see them, but such creatures as that painted Frenchwoman at the counter with the ringlets are vermin to my mind, and all fallen women are the same."

"But the Magdalen?"

"Ah, drop that! Christ would never have said those words if He had known how they would be abused. Of all the Gospel those words are the only ones remembered. However, I"m not saying so much what I think, as what I feel. I have a loathing for fallen women. You"re afraid of spiders, and I of these vermin. Most likely you"ve not made a study of spiders and don"t know their character; and so it is with me."

"It"s very well for you to talk like that; it"s very much like that gentleman in d.i.c.kens who used to fling all difficult questions over his right shoulder. But to deny the facts is no answer. What"s to be done--you tell me that, what"s to be done? Your wife gets older, while you"re full of life. Before you"ve time to look round, you feel that you can"t love your wife with love, however much you may esteem her. And then all at once love turns up, and you"re done for, done for," Stepan Arkadyevitch said with weary despair.

Levin half smiled.

"Yes, you"re done for," resumed Oblonsky. "But what"s to be done?"

"Don"t steal rolls."

Stepan Arkadyevitch laughed outright.

"Oh, moralist! But you must understand, there are two women; one insists only on her rights, and those rights are your love, which you can"t give her; and the other sacrifices everything for you and asks for nothing. What are you to do? How are you to act? There"s a fearful tragedy in it."

"If you care for my profession of faith as regards that, I"ll tell you that I don"t believe there was any tragedy about it. And this is why. To my mind, love...both the sorts of love, which you remember Plato defines in his Banquet, served as the test of men. Some men only understand one sort, and some only the other. And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy. "I"m much obliged for the gratification, my humble respects"--that"s all the tragedy. And in platonic love there can be no tragedy, because in that love all is clear and pure, because..."

At that instant Levin recollected his own sins and the inner conflict he had lived through. And he added unexpectedly: "But perhaps you are right. Very likely...I don"t know, I don"t know."

"It"s this, don"t you see," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, "you"re very much all of a piece. That"s your strong point and your failing. You have a character that"s all of a piece, and you want the whole of life to be of a piece too--but that"s not how it is. You despise public official work because you want the reality to be invariably corresponding all the while with the aim--and that"s not how it is. You want a man"s work, too, always to have a defined aim, and love and family life always to be undivided--and that"s not how it is. All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow."

Levin sighed and made no reply. He was thinking of his own affairs, and did not hear Oblonsky.

And suddenly both of them felt that though they were friends, though they had been dining and drinking together, which should have drawn them closer, yet each was thinking only of his own affairs, and they had nothing to do with one another. Oblonsky had more than once experienced this extreme sense of aloofness, instead of intimacy, coming on after dinner, and he knew what to do in such cases.

"Bill!" he called, and he went into the next room where he promptly came across and aide-de-camp of his acquaintance and dropped into conversation with him about an actress and her protector. And at once in the conversation with the aide-de-camp Oblonsky had a sense of relaxation and relief after the conversation with Levin, which always put him to too great a mental and spiritual strain.

When the Tatar appeared with a bill for twenty-six roubles and odd kopecks, besides a tip for himself, Levin, who would another time have been horrified, like any one from the country, at his share of fourteen roubles, did not notice it, paid, and set off homewards to dress and go to the Shtcherbatskys" there to decide his fate.