Yes, there was nothing else in the dream," he said to himself.

" But why was it so awful?" He vividly recalled the peasant again and those incomprehensible French words the peasant had uttered, and a chill of horror ran down his spine.

"What nonsense!" thought Vronsky, and glanced at his watch.

It was half-past eight already.

He rang up his servant, dressed in haste, and went out onto the steps, completely forgetting the dream and only worried at being late.