"What is it, Anna?" he asked, when they had driven a few hundred yards.
"It’s an omen of evil," she said.
"What nonsense!" said Stepan Arkadyevitch. "You’ve come, that’s the chief thing. You can’t conceive how I’m resting my hopes on you."
"Have you known Vronsky long?" she asked.
"Yes. You know we’re hoping he will marry Kitty."
"Yes?" said Anna softly. "Come now, let us talk of you," she added, tossing her head, as though she would physically shake off something superfluous oppressing her. "Let us talk of your affairs. I got your letter, and here I am."
"Yes, all my hopes are in you," said Stepan Arkadyevitch.
"Well, tell me all about it."
And Stepan Arkadyevitch began to tell his story.
On reaching home Oblonsky helped his sister out, sighed, pressed her hand, and set off to hi
