Chapter XX

Here’s Dolly for you, princess, you were so
anxious to see her,” said Anna, coming out with Darya Alexandrovna
onto the stone terrace where Princess Varvara was sitting in the
shade at an embroidery frame, working at a cover for Count Alexey
Kirillovitch’s easy-chair. ”She says she doesn’t want anything
before dinner, but please order some lunch for her, and I’ll go and
look for Alexey and bring them all in.”
Princess Varvara gave Dolly a cordial and rather
patronizing reception, and began at once explaining to her that she
was living with Anna because she had always cared more for her than
her sister Katerina Pavlovna, the aunt that had brought Anna up,
and that now, when every one had abandoned Anna, she thought it her
duty to help her in this most difficult period of transition.
“Her husband will give her a divorce, and then I
shall go back to my solitude; but now I can be of use, and I am
doing my duty, however difficult it may be for me—not like some
other people. And how sweet it is of you, how right of you to have
come! They live like the best of married couples; it’s for God to
judge them, not for us. And didn’t Biryuzovsky and Madame Avenieva
... and Sam Nikandrov, and Vassiliev and Madame Mamonova, and Liza
Neptunova ... Did no one say anything about them? And it has ended
by their being received by every one. And then, c‘est un
interieur si joli, si comme il faut. Tout-à-fait à l’anglaise. On
se réunit le matin au breakfast, et puis on se séparedc
Every one does as he pleases till dinner-time. Dinner at seven
o’clock. Stiva did very rightly to send you. He needs their
support. You know that through his mother and brother he can do
anything. And then they do so much good. He didn’t tell you about
his hospital? Ce sera admirabledd
everything from Paris.”
Their conversation was interrupted by Anna, who had
found the men of the party in the billiard-room, and returned with
them to the terrace. There was still a long time before the
dinner-hour, it was exquisite weather, and so several different
methods of spending the next two hours were proposed. There were
very many methods of passing the time at Vozdvizhenskoe, and these
were all unlike those in use at Pokrovskoe.
“Une partie de lawn-tennis,”de
Veslovsky proposed, with his handsome smile. “We’ll be partners
again, Anna Arkadyevna.”
“No, it’s too hot; better stroll about the garden
and have a row in the boat, show Darya Alexandrovna the
river-banks,” Vronsky proposed.
“I agree to anything,” said Sviazhsky.
“I imagine that what Dolly would like best would be
a stroll—wouldn’t you? And then the boat, perhaps,” said
Anna.
So it was decided. Veslovsky and Tushkevitch went
off to the bathing-place, promising to get the boat ready and to
wait there for them.
They walked along the path in two couples, Anna
with Sviazhsky, and Dolly with Vronsky. Dolly was a little
embarrassed and anxious in the new surroundings in which she found
herself. Abstractly, theoretically, she did not merely justify, she
positively approved of Anna’s conduct. As is indeed not unfrequent
with women of unimpeachable virtue, weary of the monotony of
respectable existence, at a distance she not only excused illicit
love, she positively envied it. Besides, she loved Anna with all
her heart. But seeing Anna in actual life among these strangers,
with this fashionable tone that was so new to Darya Alexandrovna,
she felt ill at ease. What she disliked particularly was seeing
Princess Varvara ready to overlook everything for the sake of the
comforts she enjoyed.
As a general principle, abstractly, Dolly approved
of Anna’s action; but to see the man for whose sake her action had
been taken was disagreeable to her. Moreover, she had never liked
Vronsky. She thought him very proud, and saw nothing in him of
which he could be proud except his wealth. But against her own
will, here in his own house, he overawed her more than ever, and
she could not be at ease with him. She felt with him the same
feeling she had had with the maid about her dressing-jacket. Just
as with the maid she had felt not exactly ashamed, but embarrassed
at her darns, so she felt with him not exactly ashamed, but
embarrased at herself.
Dolly was ill at ease, and tried to find a subject
of conversation. Even though she supposed that, through his pride,
praise of his house and garden would be sure to be disagreeable to
him, she did all the same tell him how much she liked his
house.
“Yes, it’s a very fine building, and in the good
old-fashioned style,” he said.
“I like so much the court in front of the steps.
Was that always so?”
“Oh, no!” he said, and his face beamed with
pleasure. “If you could only have seen that court last
spring!”
And he began, at first rather diffidently, but more
and more carried away by the subject as he went on, to draw her
attention to the various details of the decoration of his house and
garden. It was evident that, having devoted a great deal of trouble
to improve and beautify his home, Vronsky felt a need to show off
the improvements to a new person, and was genuinely delighted at
Darya Alexandrovna’s praise.
“If you would care to look at the hospital, and are
not tired, indeed, it’s not far. Shall we go?” he said, glancing
into her face to convince himself that she was not bored. “Are you
coming, Anna?” he turned to her.
“We will come, won’t we?” she said, addressing
Sviazhsky. “Mais il ne faut pas laisser le pauvre Veslovsky et
Tushkevitch se morfondre là dans le bateau.dfWe
must send and tell them.”
“Yes, this is a monument he is setting up here,”
said Anna, turning to Dolly with that sly smile of comprehension
with which she had previously talked about the hospital.
“Oh, it’s a work of real importance!” said
Sviazhsky. But to show he was not trying to ingratiate himself with
Vronsky, he promptly added some slightly critical remarks.
“I wonder, though, count,” he said, “that while you
do so much for the health of the peasants, you take so little
interest in the schools.”
“C’est devenu tellement commun, les écoles,
”dg said
Vronsky. “You understand it’s not on that account, but it just
happens so, my interest has been diverted elsewhere. This way then
to the hospital,” he said to Darya Alexandrovna, pointing to a
turning out of the avenue.
The ladies put up their parasols and turned into
the side-path. After going down several turnings, and going through
a little gate, Darya Alexandrovna saw standing on rising ground
before her a large pretentious-looking red building, almost
finished. The iron roof, which was not yet painted, shone with
dazzling brightness in the sunshine. Beside the finished building
another had been begun, surrounded by scaffolding. Workmen in
aprons, standing on scaffolds, were laying bricks, pouring mortar
out of vats, and smoothing it with trowels.
“How quickly work gets done with you!” said
Sviazhsky. “When I was here last time the roof was not on.”
“By the autumn it will all be ready. Inside almost
everything is done,” said Anna.
“And what’s this new building?”
“That’s the house for the doctor and the
dispensary,” answered Vronsky, seeing the architect in a short
jacket coming towards him; and excusing himself to the ladies, he
went to meet him.
Going round a hole where the workmen were slaking
lime, he stood still with the architect and began talking rather
warmly.
“The front is still too low,” he said to Anna, who
had asked what was the matter.
“I said the foundation ought to be raised,” said
Anna.
“Yes, of course it would have been much better,
Anna Arkadyevna,” said the architect, “but now it’s too
late.”
“Yes, I take a great interest in it,” Anna answered
Sviazhsky, who was expressing his surprise at her knowledge of
architecture. “This new building ought to have been in harmony with
the hospital. It was an afterthought, and was begun without a
plan.”
Vronsky, having finished his talk with the
architect, joined the ladies, and led them inside the
hospital.
Although they were still at work on the cornices
outside and were painting on the ground-floor, up-stairs almost all
the rooms were finished. Going up the broad cast-iron staircase to
the landing, they walked into the first large room. The walls were
stuccoed to look like marble, the huge plate-glass windows were
already in, only the parquet floor was not yet finished, and the
carpenters, who were planing a block of it, left their work, taking
off the bands that fastened their hair, to greet the gentry.
“This is the reception-room,” said Vronsky. “Here
there will be a desk, tables, and benches, and nothing more.”
“This way; let us go in here. Don’t go near the
window,” said Anna, trying the paint to see if it were dry.
“Alexey, the paint’s dry already,” she added.
From the reception-room they went into the
corridor. Here Vronsky showed them the mechanism for ventilation on
a novel system. Then he showed them marble baths, and beds with
extraordinary springs. Then he showed them the wards one after
another, the store-room, the linen-room, then the heating-stove of
a new pattern, then the trolleys, which would make no noise as they
carried everything needed along the corridors, and many other
things. Sviazhsky, as a connoisseur in the latest mechanical
improvements, appreciated everything fully. Dolly simply wondered
at all she had not seen before, and, anxious to understand it all,
made minute inquiries about everything, which gave Vronsky great
satisfaction.
“Yes, I imagine that this will be the solitary
example of a properly fitted hospital in Russia,” said
Sviazhsky.
“And won’t you have a lying-in ward?” asked Dolly.
“That’s so much needed in the country. I have often ...”
In spite of his usual courtesy, Vronsky interrupted
her.
“This is not a lying-in home, but a hospital for
the sick, and is intended for all diseases, except infectious
complaints,” he said. “Ah! look at this,” and he rolled up to Darya
Alexandrovna an invalid-chair that had just been ordered for the
convalescents. “Look.” He sat down in the chair and began moving
it. “The patient can’t walk—still too weak, perhaps, or something
wrong with his legs, but he must have air, and he moves, rolls
himself along....”
Darya Alexandrovna was interested by everything.
She liked everything very much, but most of all she liked Vronsky
himself with his natural, simple-hearted eagerness. “Yes, he’s a
very nice, good man,” she thought several times, not hearing what
he said, but looking at him and penetrating into his expression,
while she mentally put herself in Anna’s place. She liked him so
much just now with his eager interest that she saw how Anna could
be in love with him.