"I never think about it, and I don't want to think of it....
And I don't want to think of it," she said, catching the sound of her husband's well-known step on the steps of the terrace.
"What's that you don't want to think about?" inquired Levin, coming onto the terrace.
But no one answered him, and he did not repeat the question.
"I'm sorry I've broken in on your feminine parliament," he said, looking round on every one discontentedly, and perceiving that they had been talking of something which they would not talk about before him.