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He had no need to be strict with himself, as he had very quickly been brought down to the required light weight; but still he had to avoid gaining flesh, and so he eschewed farinaceous and sweet dishes. He sat with his coat unbuttoned over a white waistcoat, resting both elbows on the table, and while waiting for the steak he had ordered he looked at a French novel that lay open on his plate. He was only looking at the book to avoid conversation with the officers coming in and out; he was thinking. He was thinking of Annas promise to see him that day after the races. But he had not seen her for three days, and as her husband had just returned from abroad, he did not know whether she would be able to meet him today or not, and he did not know how to find out. He had had his last interview with her at his cousin Betsys summer villa. He visited the Karenins summer villa as rarely as possible. Now he wanted to go there, and he pondered the question how to do it. "Of course I shall say Betsy has sent me to ask whether shes coming to the races. Of course, Ill go," he decided, lifting his head from the book. And as he vividly pictured the happiness of seeing her, his face lighted up. "Send to my house, and tell them to have out the carriage and three horses as quick as they can," he said to the servant, who handed him the steak on a hot silver dish, and moving the dish up he began eating. From the billiard room next door came the sound of balls knocking, of talk and laughter. Two officers appeared at the entrance-door: one, a young fellow, with a feeble, delicate face, who had lately joined the regiment from the Corps of Pages; the other, a plump, elderly officer, with a bracelet on his wrist, and little eyes, lost in fat. Vronsky glanced at them, frowned, and looking down at his book as though he had not noticed them, he proceeded to eat and read at the same time. "What? Fortifying yourself for your work?" said the plump officer, sitting down beside him. "As you see," responded Vronsky, knitting his brows, wiping his mouth, and not looking at the officer. "So youre not afraid of getting fat?" said the latter, turning a chair round for the young officer. "What?" said Vronsky angrily, making a wry face of disgust, and showing his even teeth. "Youre not afraid of getting fat?" "Waiter, sherry!" said Vronsky, without replying, and moving the book to the other side of him, he went on reading. The plump officer took up the list of wines and turned to the young officer. "You choose what were to drink," he said, handing him the card, and looking at him. "Rhine wine, please," said the young officer, stealing a timid glance at Vronsky, and trying to pull his scarcely visible mustache. Seeing that Vronsky did not turn round, the young officer got up. "Lets go into the billiard room," he said. The plump officer rose submissively, and they moved towards the door. At that moment there walked into the room the tall and well-built Captain Yashvin. Nodding with an air of lofty contempt to the two officers, he went up to Vronsky. "Ah! here he is!" he cried, bringing his big hand down heavily on his epaulet. Vronsky looked round angrily, but his face lighted up immediately with his characteristic expression of genial and manly serenity. "Thats it, Alexey," said the captain, in his loud baritone. "You must just eat a mouthful, now, and drink only one tiny glass." "Oh, Im not hungry." "There go the inseparables," Yashvin dropped, glancing sarcastically at the two officers who were at that instant leaving the room. And he bent his long legs, swathed in tight riding breeches, and sat down in the chair, too low for him, so that his knees were cramped up in a sharp angle. "Why didnt you turn up at the Red Theater yesterday? Numerova wasnt at all bad. Where were you?" "I was late at the Tverskoys," said Vronsky. "Ah!" responded Yashvin. Yashvin, a gambler and a rake, a man not merely without moral principles, but of immoral principles, Yashvin was Vronskys greatest friend in the regiment. Vronsky liked him both for his exceptional physical strength, which he showed for the most part by being able to drink like a fish, and do without sleep without being

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