The gas jet threw its full light on the bloodless, sunken face under the black hat and on the white cravat, brilliant against the beaver of the coat.

Karenin's fixed, dull eyes were fastened upon Vronsky's face.

Vronsky bowed, and Alexey Alexandrovitch, chewing his lips, lifted his hand to his hat and went on.

Vronsky saw him without looking round get into the carriage, pick up the rug and the opera-glass at the window and disappear.