“«Just so,» Betsy agreed; «one must make mistakes and correct them. What do you think about it?» she turned to Anna, who, with a faintly perceptible resolute smile on her lips, was listening in silence to the conversation. «I think,» said Anna, playing with the glove she had taken off, «I think … of so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.»
Vronsky was gazing at Anna, and with a fainting heart waiting for what she would say. He sighed as after a danger escaped when she uttered these words.
Anna suddenly turned to him.
«Oh, I have had a letter from Moscow.”