As for the baroness, he was sick to death of her, especially since she'd taken to offering continually to lend him money.
But he had found a girl--he'd show her to Vronsky--a marvel, exquisite, in the strict Oriental style, "genre of the slave Rebecca, don't you know.
" He'd had a row, too, with Berkoshov, and was going to send seconds to him, but of course it would come to nothing.
Altogether everything was supremely amusing and jolly.