was making himself miserable and he was sorry for him.
This unhappiness, almost amounting to insanity, was particularly noticeable on his mobile and rather handsome face, while he went on so hurriedly and heatedly expressing his thoughts that he did not notice Anna's return.
As Anna came in, wearing her hat and with a mantle thrown over her shoulders, and stood near them, twirling her sunshade in her lovely, slender hand, Vronsky felt a sense of relief in turning away from Golenishchef's feverish eyes fixed keenly on him, and looked with an ever new love at his charming companion, radiant with life and gayety.
It was hard for Golenishchef to come to himself, and at first he was surly and cross; but Anna, who was flatteringly amiable toward every one, for such at this time was her disposition, quickly brought him into sympathy with her gay and natural manner. After essaying various topics of conversation, she brought him round to painting, about which he spoke very well, and she listened to him attentively. They walked over to the palazzo and made a thorough inspection of it.
"I am very glad of one thing," said Anna to Golenishchef; "Alekseï will have a nice atelier. Of course you'll take this room?" she added, turning to Vronsky and speaking to him in Russian, using the familiar tui (thou) as if she already looked on Golenishchef as an intimate, before whom it was not necessary to be reserved.
"Do you paint?" asked Golenishchef, turning vivaciously to Vronsky.
"Yes, I used to paint long ago, and now I am going to take it up again," replied Vronsky, with color.
"He has great talent," cried Anna, with a radiant smile. "Of course I am not a judge. But good judges say so."
