She recalled the timid, softened look with which he gazed at her, and the strange feeling of compassion and awkwardness, and later of a sense of her own goodness, which she had felt at it.

How nice it all was! But all that was at first.

Now, a few days ago, everything was suddenly spoiled.

Anna Pavlovna had met Kitty with affected cordiality, and had kept continual watch on her and on her husband.