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.

" I rejoice, because things cannot, cannot possibly remain as he supposes.