" Were the races good this year? Instead of them I saw the races in the Corso in Rome.

But you don't care for life abroad," she said with a cordial smile.

" I know you and all your tastes, though I have seen so little of you.

" "I'm awfully sorry for that, for my tastes are mostly bad," said Yashvin, gnawing at his left mustache.

Having talked a little while, and noticing that Vronsky glanced at the clock, Yashvin asked her whether she would be staying much longer in Petersburg, and unbending his huge figure reached after his cap.