And now when he had learned to know her, to love her as she should be loved, he had been humiliated before her, and had lost her forever, leaving with her nothing of himself but a shameful memory.
Most terrible of all had been his ludicrous, shameful position when Alexey Alexandrovitch had pulled his hands away from his humiliated face.
He stood on the steps of the Karenins' house like one distraught, and did not know what to do.
"A sledge, sir?" asked the porter.
"Yes, a sledge.