He put this riddle into two or three different ways.
" But I'll work it out better than that," he said to himself with a smile.
Vronsky's wound had been a dangerous one, though it did not touch the heart, and for several days he had lain between life and death.
The first time he was able to speak, Varya, his brother's wife, was alone in the room.
"Varya," he said, looking sternly at her, "I shot myself by accident.