Involuntarily he talked to her in his habitual tone of jeering at anyone who should say what he was saying.

And in that tone it was impossible to say what needed to be said to her.

That which for Vronsky had been almost a whole year the one absorbing desire of his life, replacing all his old desires; that which for Anna had been an impossible, terrible, and even for that reason more entrancing dream of bliss, that desire had been fulfilled.