Since Alexei Alexandrovich had left home with the intention of not returning to his family again, and since he had been at the lawyer's and had spoken, though only to one man, of his intention, since, moreover, he had translated the matter from the world of real life to the world of ink and paper, he had grown more and more used to his own intention, and by now distinctly perceived the feasibility of its execution.
He was sealing the envelope to the lawyer, when he heard the loud tones of Stepan Arkadyevich's voice. Stepan Arkadyevich was disputing with Alexei Alexandrovich's servant, and insisting on being announced.
`No matter,' thought Alexei Alexandrovich, `so much the better. I will inform him at once of my position in regard to his sister, and explain why it is I can't dine with him.'
`Come in!' he said aloud, collecting his papers, and putting them under the blotting pad.
`There, you see, you're talking nonsense, and he is at home!' responded Stepan Arkadyevich's voice, addressing the servant, who had refused to let him in, and, taking off his coat as he went, Oblonsky walked into the room. `Well, I'm awfully glad I've found you! So I hope...' Stepan Arkadyevich began cheerfully.
`I cannot come,' Alexei Alexandrovich said coldly, standing and not asking his visitor to sit down.
Alexei Alexandrovich had thought to pass at once into those frigid relations in which he ought to stand with the brother of a wife against whom he was beginning a suit for divorce. But he had not taken into account the ocean of kindliness brimming over in the heart of Stepan Arkadyevich.
Stepan Arkadyevich opened wide his clear, shining eyes.
`Why can't you? What do you mean?' he asked in perplexity, speaking in French. `Oh, but it's a promise. And we're all counting on you.'
`I want to tell you that I can't dine at your house, because the terms of relationship which have existed between us must cease.'
`How? How do you mean? For what reason?' said Stepan Arkadyevich with a smile.
`Because I am beginning an action for divorce against your sister, my wife. I ought to have...'