And as soon as her brother had reached her, with a gesture that struck Vronsky by its decision and its grace, she flung her left arm around his neck, drew him rapidly to her, and kissed him warmly.

Vronsky gazed, never taking his eyes from her, and smiled, he could not have said why.

But recollecting that his mother was waiting for him, he went back again into the carriage.

"She's very sweet, isn't she?" said the countess of Madame Karenina.

" Her husband put her with me, and I was delighted to have her.