" "Stiva says that _he_ has agreed to everything, but I can't accept _his_ generosity," she said, looking dreamily past Vronsky's face.

"I don't want a divorce; it's all the same to me now.

Only I don't know what he will decide about Seryozha.

" He could not conceive how at this moment of their meeting she could remember and think of her son, of divorce.

What did it all matter? "Don't speak of that, don't think of it," he said, turning her hand in his, and trying to draw her attention to him; but still she did not look at him.