But no matter; I can't hide myself," he thought, and with that manner peculiar to him from childhood, as of a man who has nothing to be ashamed of, Vronsky got out of his sledge and went to the door.

The door opened, and the hall porter with a rug on his arm called the carriage.

Vronsky, though he did not usually notice details, noticed at this moment the amazed expression with which the porter glanced at him.