I've come to meet a pretty woman," said Oblonsky.
"So that's it!" "Honi soit qui mal y pense! My sister Anna."
"Ah! that's Madame Karenina,"
"You know her, no doubt?"
"I think I do. Or perhaps not...
I really am not sure,"
Vronsky answered heedlessly,
with a vague recollection of something stiff
and tedious evoked by the name Karenina.