What was pictured so clearly to Kitty in the mirror of Anna's face she saw in him.
What had become of his always self-possessed resolute manner, and the carelessly serene expression of his face? Now every time he turned to her, he bent his head, as though he would have fallen at her feet, and in his eyes there was nothing but humble submission and dread.
" I would not offend you," his eyes seemed every time to be saying, "but I want to save myself, and I don't know how.
" On his face was a look such as Kitty had never seen before.
They were speaking of common acquaintances, keeping up the most trivial conversation, but to Kitty it seemed that every word they said was determining their fate and hers.