More than once she had told herself during the past few days, and again only a few moments before, that Vronsky was for her only one of the hundreds of young men, forever exactly the same, that are met everywhere, that she would never allow herself to bestow a thought upon him.

But now at the first instant of meeting him, she was seized by a feeling of joyful pride.

She had no need to ask why he had come.

She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.

"I didn't know you were going.