"Oh, there's Karenin!" said the acquaintance with whom he was chatting.

" He's looking for his wife, and she's in the middle of the pavilion.

Didn't you see her?" "No," answered Vronsky, and without even glancing round towards the pavilion where his friend was pointing out Madame Karenina, he went up to his mare.

Vronsky had not had time to look at the saddle, about which he had to give some direction, when the competitors were summoned to the pavilion to receive their numbers and places in the row at starting.

Seventeen officers, looking serious and severe, many with pale faces, met together in the pavilion and drew the numbers.