" Let me have a kiss of your pretty face.
I speak plainly, at my age, and I tell you simply that I've lost my heart to you.
" Stereotyped as the phrase was, Madame Karenina obviously believed it and was delighted by it.
She flushed, bent down slightly, and put her cheek to the countess's lips, drew herself up again, and with the same smile fluttering between her lips and her eyes, she gave her hand to Vronsky.