Turovtsin--good, simple man--felt unmistakably a fish out of water, and the smile with which his thick lips greeted Stepan Arkadyevitch said, as plainly as words: "Well, old boy, you have popped me down in a learned set! A drinking party now, or the _Chateau des Fleurs_, would be more in my line!" The old prince sat in silence, his bright little eyes watching Karenin from one side, and Stepan Arkadyevitch saw that he had already formed a phrase to sum up that politician of whom guests were invited to partake as though he were a sturgeon.

Kitty was looking at the door, calling up all her energies to keep her from blushing at the entrance of Konstantin Levin.

Young Shtcherbatsky, who had not been introduced to Karenin, was trying to look as though he were not in the least conscious of it.