And he again saw her not as the daughter of Prince Vasili, but visualized her whole body only veiled by its gray dress.

" But no! Why did this thought never occur to me before?" and again he told himself that it was impossible, that there would be something unnatural, and as it seemed to him dishonorable, in this marriage.

He recalled her former words and looks and the words and looks of those who had seen them together.

He recalled Anna Pavlovna's words and looks when she spoke to him about his house, recalled thousands of such hints from Prince Vasili and others, and was seized by terror lest he had already, in some way, bound himself to do something that was evidently wrong and that he ought not to do.