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Princess Myakaya gleefully,
"theyre going to ask Landau what hes to say."
"Ask Landau? What for? Who or whats Landau?"
"What! you dont know Jules Landau, _le fameux Jules Landau,
le clairvoyant_? Hes crazy too, but on him your sisters fate
depends. See what comes of living in the provinces--you know
nothing about anything. Landau, do you see, was a _commis_ in
a shop in Paris, and he went to a doctors; and in the doctors
waiting room he fell asleep, and in his sleep he began giving
advice to all the patients. And wonderful advice it was! Then
the wife of Yury Meledinsky--you know, the invalid?--heard of
this Landau, and had him to see her husband. And he cured her
husband, though I cant say that I see he did him much good, for
hes just as feeble a creature as ever he was, but they believed
in him, and took him along with them and brought him to Russia.
Here theres been a general rush to him, and hes begun doctoring
everyone. He cured Countess Bezzubova, and she took such a fancy
to him that she adopted him."
"Yes, as her son. Hes not Landau any more now, but Count
Bezzubov. Thats neither here nor there, though; but Lidia--Im
very fond of her, but she has a screw loose somewhere--has lost
her heart to this Landau now, and nothing is settled now in her
house or Alexey Alexandrovitchs without him, and so your
sisters fate is now in the hands of Landau, _alias_ Count
After a capital dinner and a great deal of cognac drunk at
Bartnyanskys, Stepan Arkadyevitch, only a little later than the
appointed time, went in to Countess Lidia Ivanovnas.
"Who else is with the countess?--a Frenchman?" Stepan
Arkadyevitch asked the hall porter, as he glanced at the familiar
overcoat of Alexey Alexandrovitch and a queer, rather
artless-looking overcoat with clasps.
"Alexey Alexandrovitch Karenin and Count Bezzubov," the porter
"Princess Myakaya guessed right," thought Stepan Arkadyevitch, as
he went upstairs. "Curious! It would be quite as well, though,
to get on friendly terms with her. She has immense influence.
If she would say a word to Pomorsky, the thing would be a
It was still quite light out-of-doors, but in Countess Lidia
Ivanovnas little drawing room the blinds were drawn and the
lamps lighted. At a round table under a lamp sat the countess
and Alexey Alexandrovitch, talking softly. A short, thinnish
man, very pale and handsome, with feminine hips and knock-kneed
legs, with fine brilliant eyes and long hair lying on the collar
of his coat, was standing at the end of the room gazing at the
portraits on the wall. After greeting the lady of the house and
Alexey Alexandrovitch, Stepan Arkadyevitch could not resist
glancing once more at the unknown man.
"Monsieur Landau!" the countess addressed him with a softness and
caution that impressed Oblonsky. And she introduced them.
Landau looked round hurriedly, came up, and smiling, laid his
moist, lifeless hand in Stepan Arkadyevitchs outstretched hand
and immediately walked away and fell to gazing at the portraits
again. The countess and Alexey Alexandrovitch looked at each
"I am very glad to see you, particularly today," said Countess
Lidia Ivanovna, pointing Stepan Arkadyevitch to a seat beside
"I introduced you to him as Landau," she said in a soft voice,
glancing at the Frenchman and again immediately after at Alexey
Alexandrovitch, "but he is really Count Bezzubov, as youre
probably aware. Only he does not like the title."
"Yes, I heard so," answered Stepan Arkadyevitch; "they say he
completely cured Countess Bezzubova."
"She was here today, poor thing!" the countess said, turning to
Alexey Alexandrovitch. "This separation is awful for her. Its
such a blow to her!"
"And he positively is going?" queried Alexey Alexandrovitch.
"Yes, hes going to Paris. He heard a voice yesterday," said
Countess Lidia Ivanovna, looking at Stepan Arkadyevitch.
"Ah, a voice!" repeated Oblonsky, feeling that he must be as
circumspect as he possibly could in this society, where something
peculiar was going on, or was to go on, to which he had not the
A moments silence followed, after which Countess Lidia Ivanovna,
as though approaching the main topic of conversation, said with a
fine smile to Oblonsky:
"Ive known you for a long while, and am very glad to make a
closer acquaintance with you. _Les amis de nos amis sont nos
amis._ But to be a true friend, one must
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