LISA. Now he's on his way from the station.
LISA. _C'est étonnant comme il l'aime, tout-à-fait comme son père._[23]
[23] It is surprising how he loves him--just as if he were his father.
ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. _Tant mieux! Se souvient-il de son père véritable?_[24]
[24] So much the better! Does he remember his real father?
LISA [sighs] I never speak to him about it. I say to myself, "Why confuse him?" Sometimes I think I ought to tell him. What is your opinion, _Maman_?
ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. I think it is a matter of feeling, Lisa, and if you obey your feelings your heart will tell you what to say and when to say it. What a wonderful conciliator death is! I confess there was a time when Fédya--whom I had known from a child--was repulsive to me; but now I only remember him as that nice lad, Victor's friend, and as the passionate man who sacrificed himself--illegally and irreligiously, but still sacrificed himself--for those he loved. _On aura beau dire, l'action est belle._[25]... I hope Victor will not forget to bring the wool: I've hardly any left. [Knits].
[25] Say what one likes--it is a fine action.
The sound of wheels and bells is heard. Lisa rises, and goes to the edge of the veranda.
LISA. There's someone with him, a lady in a bonnet--It's Mother! I have not seen her for an age. [Goes to the door].
ANNA PÁVLOVNA [kisses Lisa and Anna Dmítrievna] Victor met me, and has brought me here.
ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Yes, certainly. I thought to myself, "When shall I see her again?" and kept putting it off. But now I've come, and if you don't turn me out I will stay till the last train.
KARÉNIN [kisses his wife, mother, and the boy] D'you know what a piece of luck! Congratulate me--I have two days' holiday. They'll be able to get on without me to-morrow.
LISA. Splendid! Two days! It's long since we had that! We'll drive to the Hermitage, shall we?
ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What a likeness! Isn't he a strapping fellow? If only he has not inherited everything--his father's heart ...
LISA. No, everything! Victor agrees with me that if only he had been rightly guided in childhood ...
ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Well, I don't know about that; but I simply can't think of him without tears.
LISA. No more can we. How much higher he stands now in our recollection!