A Noble Marriage

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Vronsky gestured with his lips in the direction of his sister's departure, and then he shrugged his shoulders: "It's not a big deal, is it?"

Despite what he said, there was some juvenile posturing going on. To be honest, Vronsky had only stepped into the circle six months earlier, after he had turned twelve, and his sister thought it was time to look at him with a mature eye.

Vronsky is eager to be recognized, so even though some things in this circle really surprised him at first, now, he tells himself it's no big deal. Everyone goes through it. A beautiful woman with money and status is a sad thing if only her husband adores her.

A single woman needs to be reserved, but once she is married, the adoration will not hurt her reputation, and the love will make her very attractive in social circles. Vronsky's mother had been like that when she was young, and now they were just accepting and loving the laws of society as they were written.

Anna understood what Vronsky meant, and she was a little surprised. But combined with Vronsky's unconcerned look at the moment, she didn't argue, just gave a less concerned and somewhat apologetic smile.

Vronsky gave her a suspicious look.

"Would you like some cake?" Anna asked.

She acted so sincerely that there was little sense of intentionality lurking in it, so she received only a somewhat annoyed look.

"No, thanks. I'm not a child anymore." Vronsky said stiffly.

He curled up with a scowl, because he had meant not to show his displeasure, which was immature, but couldn't quite manage it. So he decided to leave Anna's side of the table so he could be a little more comfortable, instead of acting like a baby in a mood.

Anna watched the teenager leave and join Duchess Miahecki and the others in their conversation. She took another look in the direction of Sister Vronsky's departure and finally winked and ate a small sweet cake by herself.

At half past three, an uncommon person came to their tea party.

"You are a rare guest." Patsy said with a smile, her flirtatious eyes always like to use as all people, although she thought Kalinin this person boring tight, but also do not intend to skip him.

Karenin kissed the back of Duchess Pertheschi's hand.

He didn't like the overly flirtatious lady, but he had to admire her social skills. There was no need to show his preference.

Kalenin straightened up, he politely swept the room and in that brief moment quickly caught his wife's bearings, whose large eyes were looking at him with some surprise.

Karenin hadn't intended to smile, he had intended a socially fake hint of a smile, but his eyes touched his young wife and he couldn't help but become genuine.

"Your Rembrille looks like a great success, and I think next time you're going to be the best hostess in Peterborough at hosting tea parties." He curled his lip in compliment to Patsy, but his eyes still fell carelessly on his wife.

Patsy giggled.

She loved receiving compliments, especially on things like dress, beauty, and tea parties. But she also didn't drift off touched by a compliment or encouragement like a fourteen-year-old girl at her first ball, swearing that the man before her must be the nicest, loveliest person in the world.

"Come, sit here with your wife, and talk with us." Patsy said affectionately, being such a good host and taking complete care of the newlyweds.

"What brings you here?" Anna asked in a low voice as Karenin took his seat, her voice small but still feeling the leap of joy in it.

"I finished my business in the department early." Karenin replied, and then his eyes shifted to the ambassador's wife, talking with her.

Anna gently bit the soft flesh of her lower lip as she moved a little closer to her husband.

Karenin felt his wife approaching him, and out of courtesy, he moved a little to the side. But it didn't take long for his wife to move a little closer to him again.

So Karenin had to stop talking for a moment and took the time to look at his wife and ask her if something was wrong. And the latter just opened those bright eyes and smiled at him contentedly.

Karenin turned his eyes, this time not foolishly thinking that his wife felt more crowded so he moved to the side. Although, logically, he did not see any point in such a move at all, it was clear that his wife liked such a narrow and crowded distance.

If they weren't still in front of a large group of people, Anna felt like she wouldn't be able to resist the urge to kiss Karenin.

That's for sure. Wouldn't you feel a great sense of honor if your husband had modified his schedule of more than ten years for you?

It always seemed too clingy if she put her hand on Karenin's arm at this time, so Anna had to resist the urge and express her joy by staying close to each other.

"I went to the dressing room for a moment, and then we had a new partner, didn't we?"

Vronsky's sister returned, her hair and dress not at all disheveled, but the flush on her face was deeper, her eyes were still bright, and she looked like a flower with a different kind of brightness.

"Yes." Patsy agreed sweetly, introducing Karenin to Vronsky's sister.

Karenin talked with Vronsky's sister for a few minutes, and Duchess Miahsky mentioned a bill that Karenin and the others were discussing at this time.

Duchess Miahsky had no intention to talk about such serious matters, in fact, she did not care much, but she liked Anna, so she was happy to talk with her husband about something that the latter liked.

They exchanged some views.

Karenin understood what they wanted to hear, like Duchess Miahsky, he liked politics, bills, and talking about them was right up his alley, but he also understood that he was dealing with some noblewomen. If he let his nature take its course, the conversation would either break up or be embarrassingly uninteresting. So he moved out the set of rhetoric, cleverly to perfume each other.

They sat for another half an hour, and at this time it would not be impolite to offer farewell. Karenin asked Anna privately if she wanted to go back together. Anna gave him an affirmative answer.

Karenin bade farewell to his hostess.

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner?" Patsy asked, looking desperate to keep them.

Karenin was just about to bring out the excuses he had rehearsed in his mind to politely refuse, when Vronsky's sister spoke up for them.

"Oh, Patsy, don't forget that they are newlyweds, not like us." Vronsky's sister said with a deep sense of humor, still seemingly in high spirits.

Patsy smiled back and exchanged a look with Vronsky's sister that only they understood before turning to Anna and Karenin.

"I look forward to having dinner with you next time."

Karenin kissed the back of Patsy's hand once more before allowing Anna to take his arm and say goodbye together.

The coachman from Karenin's house was already waiting at the door, and the gray horse wagged its tail as the Tatar opened the coach door for them.

As the carriage started in the direction of the house, Anna gazed for a moment at Karenin, who inclined his head inquiringly to her.

"As a matter of fact, I have a not-so-unusual idea I want to tell you."

The man assumed the posture and expression of a serious listener.

Anna ran her hands through the folds of her skirt and considered carefully for a moment before saying, "I didn't realize it would be a problem, but I realized today that perhaps I should have stated my opinion first. Even if the vast majority of people think it's ridiculous and indecent, I want to tell you."

"Alexei, I don't want a third person in our marriage."

Anna saw Karenin blink slowly and she sighed softly.

"I know for most people this isn't something that should be blamed, but ......"

Anna didn't finish her sentence, her words were gently interrupted by Karenin.

"If you mean what you saw today on the Duchess of Perthessi's side, Anna, I have to state my opinion again as well. Even if this is the case in this society, there are some customs that are not openly blamed and, even, there are some people who secretly praise them for that. I have no intention of criticizing them, but I can do nothing more than abide by my own principles and beliefs. As I have always believed in the sanctity of marriage, once united, there should be no power to separate a couple except death."

Karenin paused for a moment, his blue eyes showing a look so focused that they reflected two small her and nothing else.

His words were calm and methodical, his eyes calm and authoritative and exclusive.

"Perhaps you have misunderstood something, and I think that since you are quite concerned about it, I had better make it perfectly clear to you."

"What I mean by death and separation at this moment is not only the demise of the body, but also the most sublime will of man."

"If you have any further questions or disapproval of our relationship and feelings at this moment, you can tell me now. If after this moment, Anna, I will no longer accept arbitrary modifications and appeals."

The fundamental reason for the popularity of this category of women was that the common man wanted it but could not have it, but Anna knew that she had been mixed up in this category since she was twelve. There was no shortage of cute and smart and good ones.

A woman much thing to set the goal on the man's wallet, then they will try to seduce the man.

And a smart woman, if she accidentally lost a heart on anyone, she will not easily let anyone find out.

"I've heard about you before, but never met. Now that I have met you, I realize that the rumors are not true enough, and that you are even more beautiful and outstanding in person than the rumors, Madame Karenin."

Madame de Marelle said graciously, with such propriety that she perfectly displayed the manners of a beautiful hostess.

Some of the men took their eyes off Anna, they were completely captivated by Madame de Marelle's delicacy and generosity, as if she were singing.

Anna smiled and exchanged pleasantries with Madame de Marelle. She pretended not to know anything, there was no need to tear herself apart first.

The men were to gather to talk about political affairs, and Karenin asked Anna if she was all right to be alone.

"What are you worried about? Couldn't she still get lost in our house?" Madame de Marelle took Anna's hand affectionately, while teasing Karenin.

If it were a normal man, he could have responded with a sentimental response or a tease or two in the face of such words, but Karenin was such a serious person.

He completely ignored this art of conversation between men and women, and instead interpreted it only from the most innocent aspect.

"If I have you looking after me, I naturally do not have to worry about these problems."

Anna snickered inwardly, and this time she was not going to go and tell Karenin the truth.

"Come, Madame Karenin, many ladies want to meet you!" Madame de Marelle spoke in an elegant tone, having naturally released the hand that had been holding Anna's and turned back to a dignified yet gracious appearance.

Anna thought to herself, "What are these people looking at me for? I'm not a monkey in a zoo," but kept a curious smile on her face.

She took her seat after Madame de Marelle and was surrounded by them. But she didn't know these noblewomen well at all, and the result was that she became the monkey and Madame de Marelle became the starry-eyed narrator.

It's not that no one paid any attention to her, but the questions asked by the noblewomen were not fully answered by Anna. For example, the scenery of Petersburg, the banquets, the theater.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Karenin, I forgot that you haven't been married long." A noblewoman with a powdered face covered her mouth, her white breasts quivering.

"Madame de Fenness, I heard my husband say that the more popular play in Petersburg these days is ......"

Madame de Marelle always relieved Anna's embarrassment and then became the focus of everyone there again.

These people were thinking to themselves, "Look, what's the point of even having beauty? She doesn't know anything, maybe her rich dowry is just a rumor, there are a lot of families with empty names and no power these days. On the other hand, our dear Madame de Marelle, she is beautiful, elegant and learned."

Anna knew what these people were thinking, and she felt bored and could not say anything, after all, she was not just representing herself now. It would be irresponsible to walk away at will.

She pretended to listen attentively to the talk while she took a look at Karenin's side over the tea, but she didn't find her husband.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the dressing room." Madame de Marelle stopped talking and said somewhat apologetically.

"Does anyone else want to join me?"

"Yes, I have to go to the dressing room, too." A full-figured young woman echoed, wearing a dress that was overly ornate but, frankly, somewhat awful, and look at those unconcealable freckles, printed against the fragrant gold satin neckline, like wheat that had just come out of its shell.

After Madame de Marelle had left for a while, the women's interest returned to Anna's body, or to be precise, her gown.

"Which tailor did you have made it?" A young lady of twenty-seven or twenty-eight asked.

"I made it myself; it was originally a rather plain velvet gown." Anna said honestly and with some pleasure at last, she liked to talk about clothes, about the little designs, the cuts, not just the expensive ones piled up in rubles, but apparently she had broken a taboo.