The position of uncertainty, of indecision, was still the same as at home--worse, in fact, since it was impossible to take any step, impossible to see Vronsky, and she had to remain here among outsiders, in company so uncongenial to her present mood.

But she was wearing a dress that she knew suited her.

She was not alone; all around was that luxurious setting of idleness that she was used to, and she felt less wretched than at home.