The memories of childhood and of Levin's friendship with her dead brother gave a special poetic charm to her relations with him.

His love for her, of which she felt certain, was flattering and delightful to her; and it was pleasant for her to think of Levin.

In her memories of Vronsky there always entered a certain element of awkwardness, though he was in the highest degree well-bred and at ease, as though there were some false note--not in Vronsky, he was very simple and nice, but in herself, while with Levin she felt perfectly simple and clear.