Chapter 18

The next day Anna dressed up a little and went out with Karenin.

Cote dalgant is a section of the coast in the southwest of France. It is known as the "silver coast". When the sun shines on the beach, everything is shining, like the back of the world. Seaport trade is well developed. The folk custom is relatively simple.

The goods may not always be as good as Petersburg, but there is always something strange. In Cote dalgant, the value of something is often not in itself, but in the story it is given.

For example, Anna has this. A small silver comb decorated with red coral. The shape is simple, obtuse angle shape, which is not easy to scratch fingers. There are eight red corals, which are very full. The silver utensils are not new, a little dusty, but not ugly.

It was sold by a small man with a beard and a shrewd eye. He told a sobbing story, which is about a noble lady falling in love with a poor boy. This comb is a token of love between them.

"What a sad story."

Anna and they gathered a small group of people, one of the dress extraordinary young lady was moved by some tears.

"We'll buy it." Karenin said.

After they left, Anna held the packed comb in her hand, and then raised her head and asked Karenin, "do you believe that story?"

"There are not so many stories of noble ladies and poor boys, Anna. That probability is basically zero. " Karenin said calmly.

"Then why did you buy it?"

"Don't you like it?" Karenin did not look at Anna, but quietly said this sentence, the latter only felt sweet in his heart.

"Oh, yes, even if it's a fake story, but I do like the gift."

"The added value of a story exceeds the value of the thing itself. An honest and responsible businessman is never better than a slippery businessman. " Karenin almost sighed.

Anna giggled and said, "you might as well say that women's money is always easier to earn."

"I agree with that." Karenin nodded slightly.

"I want to go for a walk by the sea," Anna added. "I love the sea."

"Then go." Karenin did not object.

Located between Biarritz and the mouth of the Adur River, the water here is particularly clear.

"I want to walk barefoot." Anna said.

Karenin did not agree: "this is not appropriate, and the weather is still cold, you will be ill."

Anna looks at Karenin.

After a while, the latter sighed: "if you insist, but I still think..."

Anna did not wait for Karenin to finish, she took off her shoes and stepped on the soft fool, and her face changed.

"You are right." She mumbled and put on her shoes again.

"It's a little cold."

"I'm glad you can look at it more rationally." Said Karenin, almost smiling, and Anna complained to him.

"You can do it the next time it's warmer." Finally, Karenin said this, and Anna was in a better mood.

There's no need to treat every moment of the moment as the last day, because their future is long.

Karenin noticed that Anna always looked around with her head down. He asked, "what are you looking for?"

"Shells." Anna said, and then squat down, fingers in the sand button dig, after a while, a small conch appeared in Anna's hand.

Karenin also squatted down. Anna took his hand and put the conch into his hand with a smile.

"Although it's a bit flat and not as precious as the coral comb you just sent me, now it's also unique in the world."

The small conch was buried in the sand for a long time. It was still covered with the smell of sea breeze and salty wet. It was cool and the hardness of the shell scratched across the skin, which made people feel its existence very clearly.

Its color, as his wife said, is a little square, but now, it is a unique small conch.

"I've never received such a gift." Karenin said in a gentle tone.

Naturally, he received many precious gifts, which were well packaged and sent to his house with various unavoidable purposes. However, he never had any gifts. Lying in his hands so rudely, the giver had no purpose.

Anna felt that Karenin's reaction was more like that of a noble lady who didn't know the world, because she fell in love with a poor boy with a harmonica. She suddenly felt a little funny, although she knew that Karenin would never be that ignorant lady of nobility.

"In fact, although I don't think money is the only measure of the value of a gift, if I had more money, I would give you something better in return."

"Don't I give you enough money for your daily expenses?" Asked Karenin, with a slight frown."That's not what I mean. I mean, if I can make money myself. " Anna finished and observed Karenin's reaction.

"You make money?" Karenin asked, not immediately accusing her of the impropriety of the idea.

Anna was relieved and laughed, "maybe I can make money myself in the future."

"I've never heard of any aristocratic woman who would make money, if you mean selling jewelry and clothing. Although it is not said on the surface, there are some people in the circle who have done so

"That's not money. There's plenty of money, actually, a little too much for me. But I don't think any lady will complain that her husband gives her too much money Anna said with a smile, her eyes stretching.

"I know most wives don't talk about money with their husbands unless they don't have money to spend, but I'd like to talk to you. I like you to give me the money, I also want to find a business to earn some money. Sometimes making money is not for money itself, but a sense of satisfaction. It can be said that you can realize your own value by making money, do you understand? Alexis. "

"I've never heard of it. But I don't think it's unacceptable. " After thinking for a while, Karenin said calmly, "but I hope I'm in the know."

"Of course I will tell you." Anna said instinctively that she hardly thought if she was going to do something and her husband didn't know.

"I always need your advice and ideas." She complimented each other.

Even Karenin could not accept his wife's compliment calmly. He was really happy.

They stayed in France for almost five days and then had to go back.

Anna told Maria about it and everyone thought it was a good idea.

Nothing happened to the train back. It arrived on time. Karenin's secretary also went with them, but to be honest, Anna didn't like this person very much.

His eyes were like snakes. Anna thought they were greedy eyes. But she didn't say it immediately, because vorobev was Karenin's secretary, and he was not a fool.

She did not want Karenin to be bothered by her sensitivity.

By the time they got home, it was nearly seven o'clock, and the carriage Colney had sent was already waiting at the railway station.

As soon as I got out of the train, gusts of cold wind blew over, and my face hurt.

Anna was wearing a mink hat and a coat. She felt her eyelashes were stiff and her breath from her mouth would turn white.

"It's really cold." She said.

"Are you all right?" Karenin asked. He can't go back with Anna. There are some urgent matters in the Yamen that must be dealt with.

"OK," Anna blinked. "I'm fine."

Karenin asked his secretary vorobev to go home with Anna and bring one of his papers.

"Don't worry, sir." Vorobev laughed. He was tall and strong with the most popular beard of the time, and his brown eyes were charming, but his manner was a little too frivolous.

Driver Peter asked Anna and them to get into the carriage, and then "Yo ha" a sound, the horse's hooves began to sound.

Vorobev tried to chat with Anna and try to amuse her with the popular Petersburg jokes, but Anna was not giggled like other women.

"There will be a good play in a few days, ma'am." He said the name of an actress, but Anna didn't know, and she was not in the mood to talk to that person.

Because she always felt that this Mr. vorobev's eyes were like snakes, and sometimes he looked at her very unfriendly.

Her intuition was not wrong, and vorobev did have other thoughts about the new Mrs. Karenin.

He was fascinated by her appearance, although she was not as plump as the current fashion, her dark curly hair was as white as cream, and her colder attitude. It's always fun for a woman who's not good at it.

Vorobev thought to himself. He has always been the kind of person who pays great attention to appearance. He always speaks the fashion of Petersburg perfectly, but he is not that kind of stupid color embryo. He likes to conquer, which is also due to his more intelligent brain than ordinary people.

He will work out a long-term hunting plan, because this Mrs. Karenin deserves to be in the top three in his mind.

Having made up her mind, vorobev withdrew her attentions, while Anna, after observing for a while, wondered if she was really too sensitive.

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