She vividly recalled his manly, resolute face, his noble self-possession, and the good nature conspicuous in everything towards everyone.

She remembered the love for her of the man she loved, and once more all was gladness in her soul, and she lay on the pillow, smiling with happiness.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry; but what could I do? It's not my fault," she said to herself; but an inner voice told her something else.

Whether she felt remorse at having won Levin's love, or at having refused him, she did not know.

But her happiness was poisoned by doubts.