"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.

As he drove up to the Karenins' entrance he looked at his watch and saw it was ten minutes to nine.

A high, narrow carriage with a pair of grays was standing at the entrance.