"I'll see this minute," answered the porter, and glancing into his room, he took out and gave her the thin square envelope of a telegram.

" I can't come before ten o'clock.

--Vronsky," she read.

"And hasn't the messenger come back?" "No," answered the porter.

"Then, since it's so, I know what I must do," she said, and feeling a vague fury and craving for revenge rising up within her, she ran upstairs.