I'm not jealous, but I'm wounded, humiliated that anybody dare think, that anybody dare look at you with eyes like that.

" "Eyes like what?" said Kitty, trying as conscientiously as possible to recall every word and gesture of that evening and every shade implied in them.

At the very bottom of her heart she did think there had been something precisely at the moment when he had crossed over after her to the other end of the table; but she dared not own it even to herself, and would have been even more unable to bring herself to say so to him, and so increase his suffering.

"And what can there possibly be attractive about me as I am now?..." "Ah!" he cried, clutching at his head, "you shouldn't say that!... If you had been attractive then..." "Oh, no, Kostya, oh, wait a minute, oh, do listen!" she said, looking at him with an expression of pained commiseration.

" Why, what can you be thinking about! When for me there's no one in the world, no one, no one!... Would you like me never to see anyone?" For the first minute she had been offended at his jealousy; she was angry that the slightest amusement, even the most innocent, should be forbidden her; but now she would readily have sacrificed, not merely such trifles, but everything, for his peace of mind, to save him from the agony he was suffering.