It was Levin's face with his kind eyes looking mournfully from under his knit brows as he stood listening to her father and glancing at her and at Vronsky, and she felt so sorry for him that tears rose to her eyes. But she immediately remembered for whom she had exchanged him.
Pero, una vez acostada, tardó mucho en dormirse. La imagen de Levin, con el entrecejo arrugado y los ojos bondadosos, contemplándola triste y abatido, mientras escuchaba a su padre y miraba a Vronsky que hablaban juntos, no se apartaba de su mente; y sentía tanta compasión de él que las lágrimas acudieron a sus ojos.