'" The attache repeated the English proverb.

"Just so," Betsy agreed; "one must make mistakes and correct them.

What do you think about it?" she turned to Anna, who, with a faintly perceptible resolute smile on her lips, was listening in silence to the conversation.

"I think," said Anna, playing with the glove she had taken off, "I think...of so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.

" Vronsky was gazing at Anna, and with a fainting heart waiting for what she would say.