'If you wish to know my opinion,' said Oblonsky with the same soothing, almondy-tender smile with which he had addressed Anna – a kindly smile so convincing that Karenin, conscious of his own weakness and yielding to it, was involuntarily ready to believe anything Oblonsky should say, – 'she would never say so, but there is one way out, one thing she might wish!
–¿Quieres saber mi opinión? –repuso Esteban Arkadievich, con la misma sonrisa de aceite de almendras que empleara al hablar con Ana. Y aquella sonrisa era tan persuasiva y bondadosa que, notando involuntariamente su propia debilidad, Alexey Alejandrovich, sugestionado por ella, se sintió dispuesto a creer cuanto le dijera su cuñado. –Ana no lo dirá nunca –continuó Oblonsky–.