Alexey Alexandrovitch went into her boudoir.

At the table, sitting sideways in a low chair, was Vronsky, his face hidden in his hands, weeping.

He jumped up at the doctor's voice, took his hands from his face, and saw Alexey Alexandrovitch.

Seeing the husband, he was so overwhelmed that he sat down again, drawing his head down to his shoulders, as if he wanted to disappear; but he made an effort over himself, got up and said: "She is dying.

The doctors say there is no hope.