She liked him indeed extremely, and, in spite of the striking difference, from the masculine point of view, between Vronsky and Levin, as a woman she saw something they had in common, which had made Kitty able to love both.

Yet as soon as he was out of the room, she ceased to think of him.

One thought, and one only, pursued her in different forms, and refused to be shaken off.

" If I have so much effect on others, on this man, who loves his home and his wife, why is it _he_ is so cold to me?...not cold exactly, he loves me, I know that! But something new is drawing us apart now.