“Yes, perhaps, too, she didn’t like it when I gave him the rug.  It was all so simple, but he took it so awkwardly, and was so long thanking me, that I felt awkward too.  And then that portrait of me he did so well.  And most of all that look of confusion and tenderness!  Yes, yes, that’s it!” Kitty repeated to herself with horror.  “No, it can’t be, it oughtn’t to be!  He’s so much to be pitied!” she said to herself directly after.

This doubt poisoned the charm of her new life.

Chapter 34

Before the end of the course of drinking the waters, Prince Shtcherbatsky, who had gone on from Carlsbad to Baden and Kissingen to Russian friends—­to get a breath of Russian air, as he said—­came back to his wife and daughter.

The views of the prince and of the princess on life abroad were completely opposed.  The princess thought everything delightful, and in spite of her established position in Russian society, she tried abroad to be like a European fashionable lady, which she was not—­for the simple reason that she was a typical Russian gentlewoman; and so she was affected, which did not altogether suit her.  The prince, on the contrary, thought everything foreign detestable, got sick of European life, kept to his Russian habits, and purposely tried to show himself abroad less European than he was in reality.

The prince returned thinner, with the skin hanging in loose bags on his cheeks, but in the most cheerful frame of mind.  His good humor was even greater when he saw Kitty completely recovered.  The news of Kitty’s friendship with Madame Stahl and Varenka, and the reports the princess gave him of some kind of change she had noticed in Kitty, troubled the prince and aroused his habitual feeling of jealousy of everything that drew his daughter away from him, and a dread that his daughter might have got out of the reach of his influence into regions inaccessible to him.  But these unpleasant matters were all drowned in the sea of kindliness and good humor which was always within him, and more so than ever since his course of Carlsbad waters.

The day after his arrival the prince, in his long overcoat, with his Russian wrinkles and baggy cheeks propped up by a starched collar, set off with his daughter to the spring in the greatest good humor.

It was a lovely morning:  the bright, cheerful houses with their little gardens, the sight of the red-faced, red-armed, beer-drinking German waitresses, working away merrily, did the heart good.  But the nearer they got to the springs the oftener they met sick people; and their appearance seemed more pitiable than ever among the everyday conditions of prosperous German life.  Kitty was no longer struck by this contrast.  The bright sun, the brilliant green of the foliage, the strains of the music were for her the natural setting of all these familiar faces, with their changes to greater emaciation or to convalescence,