" Stepan Arkadyevitch, for all his liberal views, was well aware that to meet Karenin was sure to be felt a flattering distinction, and so treated his best friends to this honor.

But at that instant Konstantin Levin was not in a condition to feel all the gratification of making such an acquaintance.

He had not seen Kitty since that memorable evening when he met Vronsky, not counting, that is, the moment when he had had a glimpse of her on the highroad.

He had known at the bottom of his heart that he would see her here today.