The memories of childhood and of Levin's friendship with her dead brother gave a special poetic charm to her relations with him.

His love for her, of which she felt certain, was flattering and delightful to her; and it was pleasant for her to think of Levin.

In her memories of Vronsky there always entered a certain element of awkwardness, though he was in the highest degree well-bred and at ease, as though there were some false note--not in Vronsky, he was very simple and nice, but in herself, while with Levin she felt perfectly simple and clear.

But, on the other hand, directly she thought of the future with Vronsky, there arose before her a perspective of brilliant happiness; with Levin the future seemed misty.