She knew that whatever he might say to her, he would not say all he thought.

And she knew that her last hope had failed her.

This was not what she had been reckoning on.

"You see the sort of man he is," she said, with a shaking voice; "he..." "Forgive me, but I rejoice at it," Vronsky interrupted.

" For God's sake, let me finish!" he added, his eyes imploring her to give him time to explain his words.