Still thinking of Anna, of everything, even the simplest phrase in their conversation with her, and recalling the minutest changes in her expression, entering more and more into her position, and feeling sympathy for her, Levin reached home.
At home Kouzma told Levin that Katerina Alexandrovna was quite well, and that her sisters had not long been gone, and he handed him two letters. Levin read them at once in the hall, that he might not overlook them later. One was from Sokolov, his bailiff. Sokolov wrote that the corn could not be sold, that it was fetching only five and a half roubles, and that more than that could not be got for it. The other letter was from his sister. She scolded him for her business being still unsettled.
Well, we must sell it at five and a half if we cant get more, Levin decided the first question, which had always before seemed such a weighty one, with extraordinary facility on the spot. Its extraordinary how all ones time is taken up here, he thought, considering the second letter. He felt himself to blame for not having got done what his sister had asked him to do for her. To-day, again, Ive not been to the court, but to-day Ive certainly not had time. And resolving that he would not fail to do it next day, he went up to his wife. As he went in, Levin rapidly ran through mentally the day he had spent. All the events of the day were conversations, conversations he had heard and taken part in. All the conversations were upon subjects which, if he had been alone at home, he would never have taken up, but here they were very interesting. And all these conversations were right enough, only in two places there was something not quite right. One was what he had said about the carp, the other was something not quite the thing in the tender sympathy he was feeling for Anna.
Levin found his wife low-spirited and dull. The dinner of the three sisters had gone off very well, but then they had waited and waited for him, all of them had felt dull, the sisters had departed, and she had been left alone.
Well, and what have you been doing? she asked him, looking straight into his eyes, which shone with rather a suspicious brightness. But that she might not prevent his telling her everything, she concealed her close scrutiny of him, and with an approving smile listened to his account of how he had spent the evening.
Well, Im very glad I met Vronsky. I felt quite at ease and natural with him. You understand, I shall try not to see him, but Im glad that this awkwardness is all over, he said, and remembering that by way of trying not to see him, he had immediately gone to call on Anna, he blushed. We talk about the peasants drinking; I dont know which drinks most, the peasantry or our own class: the peasants do on holidays, but
Youre in love with that hateful woman; she has bewitched you! I saw it in your eyes. Yes, yes! What can it all lead to? You were drinking at the club, drinking and gambling, and then you went to her of all people! No, we must go away. I shall go away to-morrow.
It was a long while before Levin could soothe his wife. At last he succeeded in calming her, only by confessing that a feeling of pity, in conjunction with the wine he had drunk, had been too much for him, that he had succumbed to Annas artful influence, and that he would avoid her. One thing he did with more sincerity confess to was that living so long in Moscow, a life of nothing but conversation, eating and drinking, he was degenerating. They talked till three oclock in the morning. Only at three oclock they were sufficiently reconciled to be able to go to sleep.