`Well, and how was the old woman? I hope it's not typhus?'

`Typhus it isn't, but she's not to be found to the best advantage.'

`What a pity!' said Anna, and having thus paid the dues of civility to her domestic circle, she turned to her own friends.

`It would be a hard task, though, to construct a machine from your description, Anna Arkadyevna,' Sviiazhsky said jestingly.

`Oh, no, why so?' said Anna with a smile that betrayed that she knew there was something charming in her disquisitions upon the machine, that had been noticed by Sviiazhsky too. This new trait of girlish coquettishness made an unpleasant impression on Dolly.

`But Anna Arkadyevna's knowledge of architecture is marvelous,' said Tushkevich.

`To be sure, I heard Anna Arkadyevna saying yesterday: ``by cramp' and ``plinths,'' said Veslovsky. `Have I got it right?'

`There's nothing marvelous about it, when one sees and hears so much of it,' said Anna. `But, I dare say, you don't even know what houses are made of?'

Darya Alexandrovna saw that Anna disliked the tone of playfulness that existed between her and Veslovsky, but fell in with it against her will.

Vronsky acted in this matter quite differently from Levin. He obviously attached no significance to Veslovsky's chattering; on the contrary, he encouraged his jests.

`Come now, tell us, Veslovsky, how are the stones held together?'

`By cement, of course.'

`Bravo! And what is cement?'

`Oh, some sort of paste.... No, putty,' said Veslovsky, raising a general laugh.

The company at dinner, with the exception of the doctor, the architect, and the steward, who remained plunged in gloomy silence, kept up a conversation that never paused, glancing off one subject, fastening on another, and at times stinging one or the other of the company to the quick. Once Darya Alexandrovna felt wounded to the quick, and got so hot that she positively flushed and wondered afterward whether she had said anything extreme or unpleasant. Sviiazhsky began talking of Levin, describing his strange view that machinery is simply pernicious in its effects on Russian agriculture.

`I have not the pleasure of knowing this M. Levin,' Vronsky said, smiling, `but most likely he has never seen the machines he condemns; or if he has seen and tried any, it must have been after a queer fashion, some Russian imitation, not a machine from abroad. What sort of views can anyone have on such a subject?'

`Turkish views, in general,' Veslovsky said, turning to Anna with a smile.

`I can't defend his opinions,' Darya Alexandrovna said, flaring up; `but I can say that he's a highly cultivated man, and if he were here he would know very well how to answer you, though I am not capable of doing so.'