“Why do you tell me that?” she said. “Do you suppose I can doubt it? If I doubted.⁠ ⁠…”

“Who’s that coming?” said Vronsky suddenly, pointing to two ladies walking towards them. “Perhaps they know us!” and he hurriedly turned off, drawing her after him into a side path.

“Oh, I don’t care!” she said. Her lips were quivering. And he fancied that her eyes looked with strange fury at him from under the veil. “I tell you that’s not the point⁠—I can’t doubt that; but see what he writes to me. Read it.” She stood still again.