" "But now it's quite decided," said Anna, looking Vronsky straight in the face with a look which told him not to dream of the possibility of reconciliation.

"Don't you feel sorry for that unlucky Pyevtsov?" she went on, talking to Yashvin.

"I've never asked myself the question, Anna Arkadyevna, whether I'm sorry for him or not.

You see, all my fortune's here"--he touched his breast pocket--"and just now I'm a wealthy man.

But today I'm going to the club, and I may come out a beggar.