eleven o’clock
While he followed this interesting conversation , Levin was all the time admiring her -- her beauty , her intelligence , her culture , and at the same time her directness and genuine depth of feeling . He listened and talked , and all the while he was thinking of her inner life , trying to divine her feelings . And though he had judged her so severely hitherto , now by some strange chain of reasoning he was justifying her and was also sorry for her , and afraid that Vronsky did not fully understand her . At eleven o'clock , when Stepan Arkadyevitch got up to go -LRB- Vorkuev had left earlier -RRB- , it seemed to Levin that he had only just come . Regretfully Levin too rose . `` Good-bye , '' she said , holding his hand and glancing into his face with a winning look . `` I am very glad _ que la glace est rompue .