Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
opera glass and
gazed towards the place where Vronsky had fallen; but it was so
far off, and there was such a crowd of people about it, that she
could make out nothing. She laid down the opera glass, and would
have moved away, but at that moment an officer galloped up and
made some announcement to the Tsar. Anna craned forward,
"Stiva! Stiva!" she cried to her brother.
But her brother did not hear her. Again she would have moved
"Once more I offer you my arm if you want to be going," said
Alexey Alexandrovitch, reaching towards her hand.
She drew back from him with aversion, and without looking in his
"No, no, let me be, Ill stay."
She saw now that from the place of Vronskys accident an officer
was running across the course towards the pavilion. Betsy waved
her handkerchief to him. The officer brought the news that the
rider was not killed, but the horse had broken its back.
On hearing this Anna sat down hurriedly, and hid her face in her
fan. Alexey Alexandrovitch saw that she was weeping, and could
not control her tears, nor even the sobs that were shaking her
bosom. Alexey Alexandrovitch stood so as to screen her, giving
her time to recover herself.
"For the third time I offer you my arm," he said to her after a
little time, turning to her. Anna gazed at him and did not know
what to say. Princess Betsy came to her rescue.
"No, Alexey Alexandrovitch; I brought Anna and I promised to take
her home," put in Betsy.
"Excuse me, princess," he said, smiling courteously but looking
her very firmly in the face, "but I see that Annas not very
well, and I wish her to come home with me."
Anna looked about her in a frightened way, got up submissively,
and laid her hand on her husbands arm.
"Ill send to him and find out, and let you know," Betsy
whispered to her.
As they left the pavilion, Alexey Alexandrovitch, as always,
talked to those he met, and Anna had, as always, to talk and
answer; but she was utterly beside herself, and moved hanging on
her husbands arm as though in a dream.
"Is he killed or not? Is it true? Will he come or not? Shall I
see him today?" she was thinking.
She took her seat in her husbands carriage in silence, and in
silence drove out of the crowd of carriages. In spite of all he
had seen, Alexey Alexandrovitch still did not allow himself to
consider his wifes real condition. He merely saw the outward
symptoms. He saw that she was behaving unbecomingly, and
considered it his duty to tell her so. But it was very difficult
for him not to say more, to tell her nothing but that. He opened
his mouth to tell her she had behaved unbecomingly, but he could
not help saying something utterly different.
"What an inclination we all have, though, for these cruel
spectacles," he said. "I observe..."
"Eh? I dont understand," said Anna contemptuously.
He was offended, and at once began to say what he had meant to
"I am obliged to tell you," he began.
"So now we are to have it out," she thought, and she felt
"I am obliged to tell you that your behavior has been unbecoming
today," he said to her in French.
"In what way has my behavior been unbecoming?" she said aloud,
turning her head swiftly and looking him straight in the face,
not with the bright expression that seemed covering something,
but with a look of determination, under which she concealed with
difficulty the dismay she was feeling.
"Mind," he said, pointing to the open window opposite the
He got up and pulled up the window.
"What did you consider unbecoming?" she repeated.
"The despair you were unable to conceal at the accident to one of
He waited for her to answer, but she was silent, looking straight
"I have already begged you so to conduct yourself in society that
even malicious tongues can find nothing to say against you.
There was a time when I spoke of your inward attitude, but I am
not speaking of that now. Now I speak only of your external
attitude. You have behaved improperly, and I would wish it not
to occur again."
She did not hear half of what he was saying; she felt
panic-stricken before him, and was thinking whether it
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