Vronsky's valet came in to ask him to sign a receipt for a telegram from Petersburg.

There was nothing out of the way in Vronsky's getting a telegram, but he said, as though anxious to conceal something from her, that the receipt was in his study, and he turned hurriedly to her.

"By tomorrow, without fail, I will finish it all.

" "From whom is the telegram?" she asked, not hearing him.

"From Stiva," he answered reluctantly.