A Noble Marriage

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"Will it be cold?" Karenin inquired.

"Yes." Anna shook her head, keeping one eye open to keep herself awake.

The carriage Karenin had arranged was already waiting at the door, and the coachman put the luggage on it and greeted Karenin, who seemed to be an old acquaintance.

"I heard you were married, sir, and this is your wife."

The coachman was not very tall, but his arms looked very strong. From his clothes, he did not look well off, but he was clean and had an unpretentious smile.

"Yes, Binoche." Karenin replied.

"How do you do, Mr. Binoche?" Anna said with a smile.

The Binoche gentleman, who had big eyes, smiled and greeted Anna as well.

Anna and Karenin sat inside the carriage as they walked toward the inn where they would be staying for a while.

The first floor was the lobby and the club, and the second and third floors were for accommodation.

Karenin booked the third place around the corner, a bit of a detour, but very quiet.

It was a suite, which was certainly not comparable to Karenin's mansion, but it was bigger. In addition to the bedroom and living room, there was a separate bathroom.

Karenin gave the waiter a tip, and Anna was taking their luggage out.

Again, this was a strange behavior, no noblewoman would organize these things by herself, but Anna wanted to do it herself, and Karenin did not comment on it. He was putting his official papers on the table.

Anna hung up her clothes, and Karenin said they could go to breakfast first, so the two went out of the bedroom again.

"Bad appetite?"

"A little." Anna barely finished the fruit in front of her and was left with the sausage.

The sausage didn't taste bad, one might even say delicious, and Anna almost regretted it a little.

"Just leave it if you can't eat it, no need to force yourself, Anna."

Anna looked up at the other woman, then said, "May I really?"

"Yes." Karenin said, and after seeing Anna's relief, he got the side dish from Anna's plate inside his own and ate it without changing his face.

Anna glanced around and no one had noticed them here.

"In the future, can I give you the dishes I don't like to eat?" She asked hopefully, only to be met with rejection.

"No. Picky eating and inability to consume food are two different things. The former is a bad habit, the latter is force majeure." Karenin ate the last bite of cauliflower and looked at his young wife with light blue eyes, making her understand that picky eating was definitely not allowed in the Karenin family.

"Okay."

A somewhat disappointed tone.

"I have to go out for a while later, so you can rest inside the suite for a while to relieve the fatigue of the journey."

"You're going on official business now?" Anna asked, and Karenin nodded slightly, but did not reveal any more details about the problem.

"And when will you probably be back? Alexei."

"If things go well, it can be over at three o'clock in the afternoon. If anything comes up, you can have someone meet me at this place."

Karenin said the name of a place, and Anna made a note of it, though she was sure she wouldn't bother her husband easily.

"You can come and dine in the hall at noon, or have them sent up."

"I doubt I'll need lunch again. I'd like to take a bath and get some sleep." Anna cooed, a weary look staining the corners of her eyes.

Karenin raised his eyes and said in a calm tone, "I still think you'd better not give up lunch for health reasons. Anna."

"I'll try to follow your advice, sir." Anna made a mischievous gesture, to which Karenin raised his eyebrows slightly, but finally said nothing.

After Karenin left, Anna went to the lavatory, as she said herself, and took a bath, feeling her pores stretch out and almost falling asleep lying in the tub.

Her hair was damp, so she wrapped another headscarf around it.

Because she was tired, she lay down on the bed and touched another book out, trying to wait for her hair to dry before falling asleep, only to fall asleep in less than five minutes.

Dreams inside the light, messy dreams make her sleep unstable, but the fatigue of her limbs makes her reluctant to wake up. A few hours passed without realizing it.

Kalenin ended the trip as quickly as he expected, and on the way out, Mrs. de Marelle, the wife of Mr. de Marelle, twenty-five years old, looked at Kalenin with her turquoise eyes and smiled flirtatiously: "Don't forget that you are bringing your wife to the ball the day after tomorrow, we all want to see her, she is a beauty, I hear! "

"I will."

"My dear Karenin, my side is not yet finished, so if you don't mind, please let my wife see you out." M. de Marelle said in his broad voice, so fat that he could scarcely see his eyes when he smiled, fifteen years older than Karenin, a gentleman of good heart, but of little ability, and his young wife was without doubt his best sage.

Karenin obliged, and M. de Marelle kissed his wife, and for a little while acted very fondly of her.

"This way, Mr. Karenin." Madame de Marelle said with a smile, and as she smiled, a small vermilion mole at the right corner of her mouth became more vividly embedded in the pear swirl.

Madame de Marelle's maid followed behind her, and when she had gone about twenty or thirty meters, Madame de Marelle suddenly said: "Uma, have you seen my ring?"

"No, Madame."

The maid called Uma saw that the sapphire ring, which her ladyship had always loved, was missing.

"Help me go to the dressing room and see if it's there, I may have forgotten to put it back on when I took it off." Madame de Marelle said in a soft voice to her own maid, and when the maid had gone, she smiled at Karenin again.

"I'm sorry to have delayed you."

"That's all right, madam."

"That's a ring I like very much." Madame de Marelle gave a pleasing expression.

"I can see that you are in the habit of turning rings." Karenin said.

Madame de Marelle was a little surprised, then smiled: "You are always so observant, and I thought you were a very observant person when you asked someone to remind me of the torn place on that dress at that ball the year before last. It was thanks to you that I did not lose face."

"That's nothing, madam."

When he reached the door, Karenin thanked Madame de Marelle once again and then drove off in Binoche's carriage in the direction of the inn.

Kalenin returned to the inn, then went straight to the suite on the third floor, and when he opened the door found the sitting room unoccupied. He closed the door and then went to the bedroom.

The door of the bedroom was hidden, the light was dim, and the surroundings were quiet.

He saw that the bedding was somewhat messily rumbled, and his wife was in this tangled mass of bedding, huddled up, yet still with half of her bare back uncovered.

Kalenin had never slept so heavily, or should I say, his little wife was having an air of not wanting to get up even after sleeping through the night.

Karenin walked over and rescued part of the bedding and covered it up for Anna.

He took the papers and closed the bedroom door and walked out, and started working right there on the sofa.

About an hour later, the bedroom door opened.

"How long have you been sleeping? Anna." Karenin asked as he closed the official document, wondering why, he was now surprisingly curious.

Anna woke up and knew Karenin was back, the hanging coat was so striking that at first, even she herself felt blushing at the messy look on the bed. She changed her clothes and tidied her hair a little before coming out.

Now, when asked how long she had slept, she was still a little embarrassed.

"Six hours?"

"You slept for a quarter of a day." Karenin uttered this conclusion, saying it was mocking, the tone was too flat, saying it was a compliment, which was not at all possible from logic. Finally she simply thought nothing of it, pretended that the matter had passed, sat down next to Karenin and asked, "Can we go and get something to eat now?"

"It's still an hour before normal dining time."

Anna deflated with some disappointment, then she heard Karenin say again.

"But if you're hungry, we can go dine now."

After he said this, Karenin was rewarded with a bright smile and flushed cheeks from his young wife.

"Has Alexei sent a telegram yet?" Anna asked as she walked toward the dining room.

"Yes. Sir doesn't like anyone moving his desk, no matter who it is." The butler replied calmly, the exact same temperament as Karenin.

"You are a good housekeeper." Anna said, and Kolny gave her a light smile to show that he accepted the compliment.

The dinner prepared by the cook was delicious, but Anna continued to refrain from eating too much for dinner. She did not want to gain weight. She was still very uncomfortable with the dress here, but fortunately she was relatively slim. If she had to wear a dress that strangled her waist all the time, as she did on her wedding day, she would really die.

After dinner, Anna was in her bedroom reading an English novel. It was obviously written by a female author, and some of the stark points in it simply made one suspect that it was also written by a crossover.

At about ten o'clock Karenin rang the bell and came in. He looked a little tired.

In this era, noble couples slept in separate rooms.

"Well?" Anna asked, putting down her book and walking over.

"It's stabilized." Karenin said, then after seeing Anna's appearance, he frowned slightly, "You should get ready for bed, Anna, sleeping late is extremely bad for your health."

"But as far as I know, you can't get ready for bed until 10:30 every day." Anna laughed.

Taking in Anna's meaning, Karenin said, "I have to take care of all my official papers by ten o'clock and then keep up with my reading for half an hour."

Anna winked, "You can come here."

"I mean," she looked a little embarrassed, her eyelashes fluttering, but finally said it, "I'd like you to sleep next to me, always."

"I know it's not very proper, but I still think that since we are already married, why do I have to have one room with my husband?"

Because she was embarrassed, Anna's final words took on a rapid pace. She walked over to the bed and patted with one hand the large four-poster bed that could accommodate at least four people.

"You see, the bed is huge, we don't have to waste it."

She held out her hands again and patted it, and it really looked kind of silly.

"I don't snore in my sleep, I should, and probably don't grind my teeth, and Annuschka didn't say I had a habit of talking in my sleep, and the bed is big enough that it won't bother you ......"

She repeated once more that the bed was very large, so much so that eventually the sound just got quieter and quieter.