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　　CHAPTERXXIII
　　Pierrewellknewthislargeroomdividedbycolumnsandanarch，itswallshungroundwithPersiancarpets。Thepartoftheroombehindthecolumns，withahighsilk—curtainedmahoganybedsteadononesideandontheotheranimmensecasecontainingicons，wasbrightlyilluminatedwithredlightlikeaRussianchurchduringeveningservice。Underthegleamingiconsstoodalonginvalidchair，andinthatchaironsnowy—whitesmoothpillows，evidentlyfreshlychanged，Pierresaw—coveredtothewaistbyabrightgreenquilt—thefamiliar，majesticfigureofhisfather，CountBezukhov，withthatgraymaneofhairabovehisbroadforeheadwhichremindedoneofalion，andthedeepcharacteristicallynoblewrinklesofhishandsome，ruddyface。Helayjustundertheicons；hislargethickhandsoutsidethequilt。Intotherighthand，whichwaslyingpalmdownwards，awaxtaperhadbeenthrustbetweenforefingerandthumb，andanoldservant，bendingoverfrombehindthechair，helditinposition。Bythechairstoodthepriests，theirlonghairfallingovertheirmagnificentglitteringvestments，withlightedtapersintheirhands，slowlyandsolemnlyconductingtheservice。Alittlebehindthemstoodthetwoyoungerprincessesholdinghandkerchiefstotheireyes，andjustinfrontofthemtheireldestsister，Catiche，withaviciousanddeterminedlooksteadilyfixedontheicons，asthoughdeclaringtoallthatshecouldnotanswerforherselfshouldsheglanceround。AnnaMikhaylovna，withameek，sorrowful，andall—forgivingexpressiononherface，stoodbythedoornearthestrangelady。PrinceVasiliinfrontofthedoor，neartheinvalidchair，awaxtaperinhislefthand，wasleaninghisleftarmonthecarvedbackofavelvetchairhehadturnedroundforthepurpose，andwascrossinghimselfwithhisrighthand，turninghiseyesupwardeachtimehetouchedhisforehead。HisfaceworeacalmlookofpietyandresignationtothewillofGod。"Ifyoudonotunderstandthesesentiments，"heseemedtobesaying，"somuchtheworseforyou！"
　　Behindhimstoodtheaide—de—camp，thedoctors，andthemenservants；
　　themenandwomenhadseparatedasinchurch。Allweresilentlycrossingthemselves，andthereadingofthechurchservice，thesubduedchantingofdeepbassvoices，andintheintervalssighsandtheshufflingoffeetweretheonlysoundsthatcouldbeheard。AnnaMikhaylovna，withanairofimportancethatshowedthatshefeltshequiteknewwhatshewasabout，wentacrosstheroomtowherePierrewasstandingandgavehimataper。Helititand，distractedbyobservingthosearoundhim，begancrossinghimselfwiththehandthatheldthetaper。
　　Sophie，therosy，laughter—loving，youngestprincesswiththemole，watchedhim。Shesmiled，hidherfaceinherhandkerchief，andremainedwithithiddenforawhile；thenlookingupandseeingPierresheagainbegantolaugh。Sheevidentlyfeltunabletolookathimwithoutlaughing，butcouldnotresistlookingathim：sotobeoutoftemptationsheslippedquietlybehindoneofthecolumns。Inthemidstoftheservicethevoicesofthepriestssuddenlyceased，theywhisperedtooneanother，andtheoldservantwhowasholdingthecount’shandgotupandsaidsomethingtotheladies。AnnaMikhaylovnasteppedforwardand，stoopingoverthedyingman，beckonedtoLorrainfrombehindherback。TheFrenchdoctorheldnotaper；hewasleaningagainstoneofthecolumnsinarespectfulattitudeimplyingthathe，aforeigner，inspiteofalldifferencesoffaith，understoodthefullimportanceoftheritenowbeingperformedandevenapprovedofit。Henowapproachedthesickmanwiththenoiselessstepofoneinfullvigoroflife，withhisdelicatewhitefingersraisedfromthegreenquiltthehandthatwasfree，andturningsidewaysfeltthepulseandreflectedamoment。Thesickmanwasgivensomethingtodrink，therewasastiraroundhim，thenthepeopleresumedtheirplacesandtheservicecontinued。DuringthisintervalPierrenoticedthatPrinceVasilileftthechaironwhichhehadbeenleaning，and—withairwhichintimatedthatheknewwhathewasaboutandifothersdidnotunderstandhimitwassomuchtheworseforthem—didnotgouptothedyingman，butpassedbyhim，joinedtheeldestprincess，andmovedwithhertothesideoftheroomwherestoodthehighbedsteadwithitssilkenhangings。OnleavingthebedbothPrinceVasiliandtheprincesspassedoutbyabackdoor，butreturnedtotheirplacesoneaftertheotherbeforetheservicewasconcluded。Pierrepaidnomoreattentiontothisoccurrencethantotherestofwhatwenton，havingmadeuphismindonceforallthatwhathesawhappeningaroundhimthateveningwasinsomewayessential。
　　Thechantingoftheserviceceased，andthevoiceofthepriestwasheardrespectfullycongratulatingthedyingmanonhavingreceivedthesacrament。Thedyingmanlayaslifelessandimmovableasbefore。Aroundhimeveryonebegantostir：stepswereaudibleandwhispers，amongwhichAnnaMikhaylovna’swasthemostdistinct。
　　Pierreheardhersay：
　　"Certainlyhemustbemovedontothebed；hereitwillbeimpossible……"
　　Thesickmanwassosurroundedbydoctors，princesses，andservantsthatPierrecouldnolongerseethereddish—yellowfacewithitsgraymane—which，thoughhesawotherfacesaswell，hehadnotlostsightofforasinglemomentduringthewholeservice。Hejudgedbythecautiousmovementsofthosewhocrowdedroundtheinvalidchairthattheyhadliftedthedyingmanandweremovinghim。
　　"Catchholdofmyarmoryou’lldrophim！"heheardoneoftheservantssayinafrightenedwhisper。"Catchholdfromunderneath。
　　Here！"exclaimeddifferentvoices；andtheheavybreathingofthebearersandtheshufflingoftheirfeetgrewmorehurried，asiftheweighttheywerecarryingweretoomuchforthem。
　　Asthebearers，amongwhomwasAnnaMikhaylovna，passedtheyoungmanhecaughtamomentaryglimpsebetweentheirheadsandbacksofthedyingman’shigh，stout，uncoveredchestandpowerfulshoulders，raisedbythosewhowereholdinghimunderthearmpits，andofhisgray，curly，leoninehead。Thishead，withitsremarkablybroadbrowandcheekbones，itshandsome，sensualmouth，anditscold，majesticexpression，wasnotdisfiguredbytheapproachofdeath。ItwasthesameasPierreremembereditthreemonthsbefore，whenthecounthadsenthimtoPetersburg。Butnowthisheadwasswayinghelplesslywiththeunevenmovementsofthebearers，andthecoldlistlessgazefixeditselfuponnothing。
　　Afterafewminutes’bustlebesidethehighbedstead，thosewhohadcarriedthesickmandispersed。AnnaMikhaylovnatouchedPierre’shandandsaid，"Come。"Pierrewentwithhertothebedonwhichthesickmanhadbeenlaidinastatelyposeinkeepingwiththeceremonyjustcompleted。Helaywithhisheadproppedhighonthepillows。Hishandsweresymmetricallyplacedonthegreensilkquilt，thepalmsdownward。WhenPierrecameupthecountwasgazingstraightathim，butwithalookthesignificanceofwhichcouldnotbeunderstoodbymortalman。Eitherthislookmeantnothingbutthataslongasonehaseyestheymustlooksomewhere，oritmeanttoomuch。Pierrehesitated，notknowingwhattodo，andglancedinquiringlyathisguide。AnnaMikhaylovnamadeahurriedsignwithhereyes，glancingatthesickman’shandandmovingherlipsasiftosenditakiss。Pierre，carefullystretchinghisnecksoasnottotouchthequilt，followedhersuggestionandpressedhislipstothelargeboned，fleshyhand。Neitherthehandnorasinglemuscleofthecount’sfacestirred。OncemorePierrelookedquestioninglyatAnnaMikhaylovnatoseewhathewastodonext。AnnaMikhaylovnawithhereyesindicatedachairthatstoodbesidethebed。Pierreobedientlysatdown，hiseyesaskingifheweredoingright。AnnaMikhaylovnanoddedapprovingly。AgainPierrefellintothenaivelysymmetricalposeofanEgyptianstatue，evidentlydistressedthathisstoutandclumsybodytookupsomuchroomanddoinghisutmosttolookassmallaspossible。Helookedatthecount，whostillgazedatthespotwherePierre’sfacehadbeenbeforehesatdown。AnnaMikhaylovnaindicatedbyherattitudeherconsciousnessofthepatheticimportanceoftheselastmomentsofmeetingbetweenthefatherandson。Thislastedabouttwominutes，whichtoPierreseemedanhour。Suddenlythebroadmusclesandlinesofthecount’sfacebegantotwitch。Thetwitchingincreased，thehandsomemouthwasdrawntoonesideonlynowdidPierrerealizehowneardeathhisfatherwas，andfromthatdistortedmouthissuedanindistinct，hoarsesound。AnnaMikhaylovnalookedattentivelyatthesickman’seyes，tryingtoguesswhathewanted；shepointedfirsttoPierre，thentosomedrink，thennamedPrinceVasiliinaninquiringwhisper，thenpointedtothequilt。Theeyesandfaceofthesickmanshowedimpatience。Hemadeanefforttolookattheservantwhostoodconstantlyattheheadofthebed。
　　"Wantstoturnontheotherside，"whisperedtheservant，andgotuptoturnthecount’sheavybodytowardthewall。
　　Pierrerosetohelphim。
　　Whilethecountwasbeingturnedover，oneofhisarmsfellbackhelplesslyandhemadeafruitlessefforttopullitforward。
　　WhetherhenoticedthelookofterrorwithwhichPierreregardedthatlifelessarm，orwhethersomeotherthoughtflittedacrosshisdyingbrain，atanyrateheglancedattherefractoryarm，atPierre’sterror—strickenface，andagainatthearm，andonhisfaceafeeble，piteoussmileappeared，quiteoutofkeepingwithhisfeatures，thatseemedtoderidehisownhelplessness。AtsightofthissmilePierrefeltanunexpectedquiveringinhisbreastandaticklinginhisnose，andtearsdimmedhiseyes。Thesickmanwasturnedontohissidewithhisfacetothewall。Hesighed。
　　"Heisdozing，"saidAnnaMikhaylovna，observingthatoneoftheprincesseswascomingtotakeherturnatwatching。"Letusgo。"
　　Pierrewentout。
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　　CHAPTERXXIV
　　TherewasnownooneinthereceptionroomexceptPrinceVasiliandtheeldestprincess，whoweresittingundertheportraitofCatherinetheGreatandtalkingeagerly。AssoonastheysawPierreandhiscompaniontheybecamesilent，andPierrethoughthesawtheprincesshidesomethingasshewhispered：
　　"Ican’tbearthesightofthatwoman。"
　　"Catichehashadteaservedinthesmalldrawingroom，"saidPrinceVasilitoAnnaMikhaylovna。"Goandtakesomething，mypoorAnnaMikhaylovna，oryouwillnotholdout。"
　　ToPierrehesaidnothing，merelygivinghisarmasympatheticsqueezebelowtheshoulder。PierrewentwithAnnaMikhaylovnaintothesmalldrawingroom。
　　"ThereisnothingsorefreshingafterasleeplessnightasacupofthisdeliciousRussiantea，"LorrainwassayingwithanairofrestrainedanimationashestoodsippingteafromadelicateChinesehandlelesscupbeforeatableonwhichteaandacoldsupperwerelaidinthesmallcircularroom。AroundthetableallwhowereatCountBezukhov’shousethatnighthadgatheredtofortifythemselves。Pierrewellrememberedthissmallcirculardrawingroomwithitsmirrorsandlittletables。DuringballsgivenatthehousePierre，whodidnotknowhowtodance，hadlikedsittinginthisroomtowatchtheladieswho，astheypassedthroughintheirballdresseswithdiamondsandpearlsontheirbareshoulders，lookedatthemselvesinthebrilliantlylightedmirrorswhichrepeatedtheirreflectionsseveraltimes。Nowthissameroomwasdimlylightedbytwocandles。Ononesmalltableteathingsandsupperdishesstoodindisorder，andinthemiddleofthenightamotleythrongofpeoplesatthere，notmerrymaking，butsomberlywhispering，andbetrayingbyeverywordandmovementthattheynoneofthemforgotwhatwashappeningandwhatwasabouttohappeninthebedroom。Pierredidnoteatanythingthoughhewouldverymuchhavelikedto。HelookedinquiringlyathismonitressandsawthatshewasagaingoingontiptoetothereceptionroomwheretheyhadleftPrinceVasiliandtheeldestprincess。Pierreconcludedthatthisalsowasessential，andafterashortintervalfollowedher。AnnaMikhaylovnawasstandingbesidetheprincess，andtheywerebothspeakinginexcitedwhispers。
　　"Permitme，Princess，toknowwhatisnecessaryandwhatisnotnecessary，"saidtheyoungerofthetwospeakers，evidentlyinthesamestateofexcitementaswhenshehadslammedthedoorofherroom。
　　"But，mydearprincess，"answeredAnnaMikhaylovnablandlybutimpressively，blockingthewaytothebedroomandpreventingtheotherfrompassing，"won’tthisbetoomuchforpoorUncleatamomentwhenheneedsrepose？Worldlyconversationatamomentwhenhissoulisalreadyprepared……"
　　PrinceVasiliwasseatedinaneasychairinhisfamiliarattitude，withonelegcrossedhighabovetheother。Hischeeks，whichweresoflabbythattheylookedheavierbelow，weretwitchingviolently；butheworetheairofamanlittleconcernedinwhatthetwoladiesweresaying。
　　"Come，mydearAnnaMikhaylovna，letCatichedoasshepleases。
　　Youknowhowfondthecountisofher。"
　　"Idon’tevenknowwhatisinthispaper，"saidtheyoungerofthetwoladies，addressingPrinceVasiliandpointingtoaninlaidportfoliosheheldinherhand。"AllIknowisthathisrealwillisinhiswritingtable，andthisisapaperhehasforgotten……"
　　ShetriedtopassAnnaMikhaylovna，butthelattersprangsoastobarherpath。
　　"Iknow，mydear，kindprincess，"saidAnnaMikhaylovna，seizingtheportfoliosofirmlythatitwasplainshewouldnotletgoeasily。
　　"Dearprincess，Ibegandimploreyou，havesomepityonhim！Jevousenconjure……"
　　Theprincessdidnotreply。Theireffortsinthestrugglefortheportfolioweretheonlysoundsaudible，butitwasevidentthatiftheprincessdidspeak，herwordswouldnotbeflatteringtoAnnaMikhaylovna。Thoughthelatterheldontenaciously，hervoicelostnoneofitshoneyedfirmnessandsoftness。
　　"Pierre，mydear，comehere。Ithinkhewillnotbeoutofplaceinafamilyconsultation；isitnotso，Prince？"
　　"Whydon’tyouspeak，cousin？"suddenlyshriekedtheprincesssoloudthatthoseinthedrawingroomheardherandwerestartled。
　　"Whydoyouremainsilentwhenheavenknowswhopermitsherselftointerfere，makingasceneontheverythresholdofadyingman’sroom？
　　Intriguer！"shehissedviciously，andtuggedwithallhermightattheportfolio。
　　ButAnnaMikhaylovnawentforwardasteportwotokeepherholdontheportfolio，andchangedhergrip。
　　PrinceVasilirose。"Oh！"saidhewithreproachandsurprise，"thisisabsurd！Come，letgoItellyou。"
　　Theprincessletgo。
　　"Andyoutoo！"
　　ButAnnaMikhaylovnadidnotobeyhim。
　　"Letgo，Itellyou！Iwilltaketheresponsibility。Imyselfwillgoandaskhim，I！……doesthatsatisfyyou？"
　　"But，Prince，"saidAnnaMikhaylovna，"aftersuchasolemnsacrament，allowhimamoment’speace！Here，Pierre，tellthemyouropinion，"saidshe，turningtotheyoungmanwho，havingcomequiteclose，wasgazingwithastonishmentattheangryfaceoftheprincesswhichhadlostalldignity，andatthetwitchingcheeksofPrinceVasili。
　　"Rememberthatyouwillanswerfortheconsequences，"saidPrinceVasiliseverely。"Youdon’tknowwhatyouaredoing。"
　　"Vilewoman！"shoutedtheprincess，dartingunexpectedlyatAnnaMikhaylovnaandsnatchingtheportfoliofromher。
　　PrinceVasilibenthisheadandspreadouthishands。
　　Atthismomentthatterribledoor，whichPierrehadwatchedsolongandwhichhadalwaysopenedsoquietly，burstnoisilyopenandbangedagainstthewall，andthesecondofthethreesistersrushedoutwringingherhands。
　　"Whatareyoudoing！"shecriedvehemently。"Heisdyingandyouleavemealonewithhim！"
　　Hersisterdroppedtheportfolio。AnnaMikhaylovna，stooping，quicklycaughtuptheobjectofcontentionandranintothebedroom。
　　TheeldestprincessandPrinceVasili，recoveringthemselves，followedher。Afewminuteslatertheeldestsistercameoutwithapalehardface，againbitingherunderlip。AtsightofPierreherexpressionshowedanirrepressiblehatred。
　　"Yes，nowyoumaybeglad！"saidshe；"thisiswhatyouhavebeenwaitingfor。"Andburstingintotearsshehidherfaceinherhandkerchiefandrushedfromtheroom。
　　PrinceVasilicamenext。HestaggeredtothesofaonwhichPierrewassittinganddroppedontoit，coveringhisfacewithhishand。
　　Pierrenoticedthathewaspaleandthathisjawquiveredandshookasifinanague。
　　"Ah，myfriend！"saidhe，takingPierrebytheelbow；andtherewasinhisvoiceasincerityandweaknessPierrehadneverobservedinitbefore。"Howoftenwesin，howmuchwedeceive，andallforwhat？I
　　amnearsixty，dearfriend……Itoo……Allwillendindeath，all！
　　Deathisawful……"andheburstintotears。
　　AnnaMikhaylovnacameoutlast。SheapproachedPierrewithslow，quietsteps。
　　"Pierre！"shesaid。
　　Pierregaveheraninquiringlook。Shekissedtheyoungmanonhisforehead，wettinghimwithhertears。Thenafterapauseshesaid：
　　"Heisnomore……"
　　Pierrelookedatheroverhisspectacles。
　　"Come，Iwillgowithyou。Trytoweep，nothinggivessuchreliefastears。"
　　SheledhimintothedarkdrawingroomandPierrewasgladnoonecouldseehisface。AnnaMikhaylovnalefthim，andwhenshereturnedhewasfastasleepwithhisheadonhisarm。
　　InthemorningAnnaMikhaylovnasaidtoPierre：
　　"Yes，mydear，thisisagreatlossforusall，nottospeakofyou。
　　ButGodwillsupportyou：youareyoung，andarenow，Ihope，incommandofanimmensefortune。Thewillhasnotyetbeenopened。I
　　knowyouwellenoughtobesurethatthiswillnotturnyourhead，butitimposesdutiesonyou，andyoumustbeaman。"
　　Pierrewassilent。
　　"PerhapslateronImaytellyou，mydearboy，thatifIhadnotbeenthere，Godonlyknowswhatwouldhavehappened！Youknow，UnclepromisedmeonlythedaybeforeyesterdaynottoforgetBoris。Buthehadnotime。Ihope，mydearfriend，youwillcarryoutyourfather’swish？"
　　PierreunderstoodnothingofallthisandcoloringshylylookedinsilenceatPrincessAnnaMikhaylovna。AfterhertalkwithPierre，AnnaMikhaylovnareturnedtotheRostovs’andwenttobed。OnwakinginthemorningshetoldtheRostovsandallheracquaintancesthedetailsofCountBezukhov’sdeath。Shesaidthecounthaddiedasshewouldherselfwishtodie，thathisendwasnotonlytouchingbutedifying。Astothelastmeetingbetweenfatherandson，itwassotouchingthatshecouldnotthinkofitwithouttears，anddidnotknowwhichhadbehavedbetterduringthoseawfulmoments—thefatherwhosorememberedeverythingandeverybodyatlastandlastandhadspokensuchpatheticwordstotheson，orPierre，whomithadbeenpitifultosee，sostrickenwashewithgrief，thoughhetriedhardtohideitinordernottosaddenhisdyingfather。"Itispainful，butitdoesonegood。Itupliftsthesoultoseesuchmenastheoldcountandhisworthyson，"saidshe。OfthebehavioroftheeldestprincessandPrinceVasilishespokedisapprovingly，butinwhispersandasagreatsecret。
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　　CHAPTERXXV
　　AtBaldHills，PrinceNicholasAndreevichBolkonski’sestate，thearrivalofyoungPrinceAndrewandhiswifewasdailyexpected，butthisexpectationdidnotupsettheregularroutineoflifeintheoldprince’shousehold。GeneralinChiefPrinceNicholasAndreevichnicknamedinsociety，"theKingofPrussia"eversincetheEmperorPaulhadexiledhimtohiscountryestatehadlivedtherecontinuouslywithhisdaughter，PrincessMary，andhercompanion，MademoiselleBourienne。Thoughinthenewreignhewasfreetoreturntothecapitals，hestillcontinuedtoliveinthecountry，remarkingthatanyonewhowantedtoseehimcouldcomethehundredmilesfromMoscowtoBaldHills，whilehehimselfneedednooneandnothing。Heusedtosaythatthereareonlytwosourcesofhumanvice—idlenessandsuperstition，andonlytwovirtues—activityandintelligence。
　　Hehimselfundertookhisdaughter’seducation，andtodevelopthesetwocardinalvirtuesinhergaveherlessonsinalgebraandgeometrytillshewastwenty，andarrangedherlifesothatherwholetimewasoccupied。Hewashimselfalwaysoccupied：writinghismemoirs，solvingproblemsinhighermathematics，turningsnuffboxesonalathe，workinginthegarden，orsuperintendingthebuildingthatwasalwaysgoingonathisestate。Asregularityisaprimeconditionfacilitatingactivity，regularityinhishouseholdwascarriedtothehighestpointofexactitude。Healwayscametotableunderpreciselythesameconditions，andnotonlyatthesamehourbutatthesameminute。Withthoseabouthim，fromhisdaughtertohisserfs，theprincewassharpandinvariablyexacting，sothatwithoutbeingahardheartedmanheinspiredsuchfearandrespectasfewhardheartedmenwouldhavearoused。Althoughhewasinretirementandhadnownoinfluenceinpoliticalaffairs，everyhighofficialappointedtotheprovinceinwhichtheprince’sestatelayconsideredithisdutytovisithimandwaitedintheloftyantechamberantechamberjustasthearchitect，gardener，orPrincessMarydid，tilltheprinceappearedpunctuallytotheappointedhour。Everyonesittinginthisantechamberexperiencedthesamefeelingofrespectandevenfearwhentheenormouslyhighstudydooropenedandshowedthefigureofarathersmalloldman，withpowderedwig，smallwitheredhands，andbushygrayeyebrowswhich，whenhefrowned，sometimeshidthegleamofhisshrewd，youthfullyglitteringeyes。
　　Onthemorningofthedaythattheyoungcoupleweretoarrive，PrincessMaryenteredtheantechamberasusualatthetimeappointedforthemorninggreeting，crossingherselfwithtrepidationandrepeatingasilentprayer。Everymorningshecameinlikethat，andeverymorningprayedthatthedailyinterviewmightpassoffwell。
　　Anoldpowderedmanservantwhowassittingintheantechamberrosequietlyandsaidinawhisper："Pleasewalkin。"
　　Throughthedoorcametheregularhumofalathe。Theprincesstimidlyopenedthedoorwhichmovednoiselesslyandeasily。Shepausedattheentrance。Theprincewasworkingatthelatheandafterglancingroundcontinuedhiswork。
　　Theenormousstudywasfullofthingsevidentlyinconstantuse。Thelargetablecoveredwithbooksandplans，thetallglass—frontedbookcaseswithkeysinthelocks，thehighdeskforwritingwhilestandingup，onwhichlayanopenexercisebook，andthelathewithtoolslaidreadytohandandshavingsscatteredaround—allindicatedcontinuous，varied，andorderlyactivity。ThemotionofthesmallfootshodinaTartarbootembroideredwithsilver，andthefirmpressureoftheleansinewyhand，showedthattheprincestillpossessedthetenaciousenduranceandvigorofhardyoldage。
　　Afterafewmoreturnsofthelatheheremovedhisfootfromthepedal，wipedhischisel，droppeditintoaleatherpouchattachedtothelathe，and，approachingthetable，summonedhisdaughter。Henevergavehischildrenablessing，sohesimplyheldouthisbristlycheekasyetunshavenand，regardinghertenderlyandattentively，saidseverely：
　　"Quitewell？Allrightthen，sitdown。"Hetooktheexercisebookcontaininglessonsingeometrywrittenbyhimselfanddrewupachairwithhisfoot。
　　"Fortomorrow！"saidhe，quicklyfindingthepageandmakingascratchfromoneparagraphtoanotherwithhishardnail。
　　Theprincessbentovertheexercisebookonthetable。
　　"Waitabit，here’saletterforyou，"saidtheoldmansuddenly，takingaletteraddressedinawoman’shandfromabaghangingabovethetable，ontowhichhethrewit。
　　Atthesightoftheletterredpatchesshowedthemselvesontheprincess’face。Shetookitquicklyandbentherheadoverit。
　　"FromHeloise？"askedtheprincewithacoldsmilethatshowedhisstillsound，yellowishteeth。
　　"Yes，it’sfromJulie，"repliedtheprincesswithatimidglanceandatimidsmile。
　　"I’lllettwomoreletterspass，butthethirdI’llread，"saidtheprincesternly；"I’mafraidyouwritemuchnonsense。I’llreadthethird！"
　　"Readthisifyoulike，Father，"saidtheprincess，blushingstillmoreandholdingouttheletter。
　　"Thethird，Isaidthethird！"criedtheprinceabruptly，pushingtheletteraway，andleaninghiselbowsonthetablehedrewtowardhimtheexercisebookcontaininggeometricalfigures。
　　"Well，madam，"hebegan，stoopingoverthebookclosetohisdaughterandplacinganarmonthebackofthechaironwhichshesat，sothatshefeltherselfsurroundedonallsidesbytheacridscentofoldageandtobacco，whichshehadknownsolong。"Now，madam，thesetrianglesareequal；pleasenotethattheangleABC……"
　　Theprincesslookedinascaredwayatherfather’seyesglitteringclosetoher；theredpatchesonherfacecameandwent，anditwasplainthatsheunderstoodnothingandwassofrightenedthatherfearwouldpreventherunderstandinganyofherfather’sfurtherexplanations，howevercleartheymightbe。Whetheritwastheteacher’sfaultorthepupil’s，thissamethinghappenedeveryday：theprincess’eyesgrewdim，shecouldnotseeandcouldnothearanything，butwasonlyconsciousofhersternfather’switheredfaceclosetoher，ofhisbreathandthesmellofhim，andcouldthinkonlyofhowtogetawayquicklytoherownroomtomakeouttheprobleminpeace。Theoldmanwasbesidehimself：movedthechaironwhichhewassittingnoisilybackwardandforward，madeeffortstocontrolhimselfandnotbecomevehement，butalmostalwaysdidbecomevehement，scolded，andsometimesflungtheexercisebookaway。
　　Theprincessgaveawronganswer。
　　"Wellnow，isn’tsheafool！"shoutedtheprince，pushingthebookasideandturningsharplyaway；butrisingimmediately，hepacedupanddown，lightlytouchedhisdaughter’shairandsatdownagain。
　　Hedrewuphischair。andcontinuedtoexplain。
　　"Thiswon’tdo，Princess；itwon’tdo，"saidhe，whenPrincessMary，havingtakenandclosedtheexercisebookwiththenextday’slesson，wasabouttoleave："Mathematicsaremostimportant，madam！
　　Idon’twanttohaveyoulikeoursillyladies。Getusedtoitandyou’lllikeit，"andhepattedhercheek。"Itwilldriveallthenonsenseoutofyourhead。"
　　Sheturnedtogo，buthestoppedherwithagestureandtookanuncutbookfromthehighdesk。
　　"HereissomesortofKeytotheMysteriesthatyourHeloisehassentyou。Religious！Idon’tinterferewithanyone’sbelief……I
　　havelookedatit。Takeit。Well，nowgo。Go。"
　　Hepattedherontheshoulderandhimselfclosedthedoorafterher。
　　PrincessMarywentbacktoherroomwiththesad，scaredexpressionthatrarelyleftherandwhichmadeherplain，sicklyfaceyetplainer。Shesatdownatherwritingtable，onwhichstoodminiatureportraitsandwhichwaslitteredwithbooksandpapers。
　　Theprincesswasasuntidyasherfatherwastidy。Sheputdownthegeometrybookandeagerlybrokethesealofherletter。Itwasfromhermostintimatefriendfromchildhood；thatsameJulieKaraginawhohadbeenattheRostovs’name—dayparty。
　　JuliewroteinFrench：
　　DearandpreciousFriend，Howterribleandfrightfulathingisseparation！ThoughItellmyselfthathalfmylifeandhalfmyhappinessarewrappedupinyou，andthatinspiteofthedistanceseparatingusourheartsareunitedbyindissolublebonds，myheartrebelsagainstfateandinspiteofthepleasuresanddistractionsaroundmeIcannotovercomeacertainsecretsorrowthathasbeeninmyhearteversinceweparted。Whyarewenottogetheraswewerelastsummer，inyourbigstudy，onthebluesofa，theconfidentialsofa？
　　WhycannotInow，asthreemonthsago，drawfreshmoralstrengthfromyourlook，sogentle，calm，andpenetrating，alookIlovedsowellandseemtoseebeforemeasIwrite？
　　Havingreadthusfar，PrincessMarysighedandglancedintothemirrorwhichstoodonherright。Itreflectedaweak，ungracefulfigureandthinface。Hereyes，alwayssad，nowlookedwithparticularhopelessnessatherreflectionintheglass。"Sheflattersme，"
　　thoughttheprincess，turningawayandcontinuingtoread。ButJuliedidnotflatterherfriend，theprincess’eyes—large，deepandluminousitseemedasifattimesthereradiatedfromthemshaftsofwarmlight—weresobeautifulthatveryofteninspiteoftheplainnessofherfacetheygaveheranattractionmorepowerfulthanthatofbeauty。Buttheprincessneversawthebeautifulexpressionofherowneyes—thelooktheyhadwhenshewasnotthinkingofherself。Aswitheveryone，herfaceassumedaforcedunnaturalexpressionassoonasshelookedinaglass。Shewentonreading：
　　AllMoscowtalksofnothingbutwar。Oneofmytwobrothersisalreadyabroad，theotheriswiththeGuards，whoarestartingontheirmarchtothefrontier。OurdearEmperorhasleftPetersburganditisthoughtintendstoexposehispreciouspersontothechancesofwar。GodgrantthattheCorsicanmonsterwhoisdestroyingthepeaceofEuropemaybeoverthrownbytheangelwhomithaspleasedtheAlmighty，inHisgoodness，togiveusassovereign！Tosaynothingofmybrothers，thiswarhasdeprivedmeofoneoftheassociationsnearestmyheart。ImeanyoungNicholasRostov，whowithhisenthusiasmcouldnotbeartoremaininactiveandhaslefttheuniversitytojointhearmy。Iwillconfesstoyou，dearMary，thatinspiteofhisextremeyouthhisdepartureforthearmywasagreatgrieftome。Thisyoungman，ofwhomIspoketoyoulastsummer，issonoble—mindedandfullofthatrealyouthfulnesswhichoneseldomfindsnowadaysamongouroldmenoftwentyand，particularly，heissofrankandhassomuchheart。Heissopureandpoeticthatmyrelationswithhim，transientastheywere，havebeenoneofthesweetestcomfortstomypoorheart，whichhasalreadysufferedsomuch。SomedayIwilltellyouaboutourpartingandallthatwassaidthen。Thatisstilltoofresh。Ah，dearfriend，youarehappynottoknowthesepoignantjoysandsorrows。Youarefortunate，forthelatteraregenerallythestronger！IknowverywellthatCountNicholasistooyoungevertobemoretomethanafriend，butthissweetfriendship，thispoeticandpureintimacy，werewhatmyheartneeded。Butenoughofthis！
　　Thechiefnews，aboutwhichallMoscowgossips，isthedeathofoldCountBezukhov，andhisinheritance。Fancy！Thethreeprincesseshavereceivedverylittle，PrinceVasilinothing，anditisMonsieurPierrewhohasinheritedallthepropertyandhasbesidesbeenrecognizedaslegitimate；sothatheisnowCountBezukhovandpossessorofthefinestfortuneinRussia。ItisrumoredthatPrinceVasiliplayedaverydespicablepartinthisaffairandthathereturnedtoPetersburgquitecrestfallen。
　　IconfessIunderstandverylittleaboutallthesemattersofwillsandinheritance；butIdoknowthatsincethisyoungman，whomweallusedtoknowasplainMonsieurPierre，hasbecomeCountBezukhovandtheownerofoneofthelargestfortunesinRussia，I
　　ammuchamusedtowatchthechangeinthetoneandmannersofthemammasburdenedbymarriageabledaughters，andoftheyoungladiesthemselves，towardhim，though，betweenyouandme，healwaysseemedtomeapoorsortoffellow。AsforthepasttwoyearspeoplehaveamusedthemselvesbyfindinghusbandsformemostofwhomIdon’tevenknow，thematchmakingchroniclesofMoscownowspeakofmeasthefutureCountessBezukhova。ButyouwillunderstandthatIhavenodesireforthepost。Aproposofmarriages：doyouknowthatawhileagothatuniversalauntieAnnaMikhaylovnatoldme，underthesealofstrictsecrecy，ofaplanofmarriageforyou。ItisneithermorenorlessthanwithPrinceVasili’ssonAnatole，whomtheywishtoreformbymarryinghimtosomeonerichanddistinguee，anditisonyouthathisrelations’choicehasfallen。Idon’tknowwhatyouwillthinkofit，butIconsideritmydutytoletyouknowofit。
　　Heissaidtobeveryhandsomeandaterriblescapegrace。ThatisallIhavebeenabletofindoutabouthim。
　　Butenoughofgossip。Iamattheendofmysecondsheetofpaper，andMammahassentformetogoanddineattheApraksins’。ReadthemysticalbookIamsendingyou；ithasanenormoussuccesshere。
　　Thoughtherearethingsinitdifficultforthefeeblehumanmindtograsp，itisanadmirablebookwhichcalmsandelevatesthesoul。
　　Adieu！GivemyrespectstomonsieuryourfatherandmycomplimentstoMademoiselleBourienne。IembraceyouasIloveyou。
　　JULIE
　　P。S。Letmehavenewsofyourbrotherandhischarminglittlewife。
　　Theprincessponderedawhilewithathoughtfulsmileandherluminouseyeslitupsothatherfacewasentirelytransformed。Thenshesuddenlyroseandwithherheavytreadwentuptothetable。Shetookasheetofpaperandherhandmovedrapidlyoverit。Thisisthereplyshewrote，alsoinFrench：
　　DearandpreciousFriend，Yourletterofthe13thhasgivenmegreatdelight。Soyoustillloveme，myromanticJulie？Separation，ofwhichyousaysomuchthatisbad，doesnotseemtohavehaditsusualeffectonyou。Youcomplainofourseparation。WhatthenshouldIsay，ifIdaredcomplain，Iwhoamdeprivedofallwhoaredeartome？
　　Ah，ifwehadnotreligiontoconsoleuslifewouldbeverysad。WhydoyousupposethatIshouldlookseverelyonyouraffectionforthatyoungman？OnsuchmattersIamonlyseverewithmyself。I
　　understandsuchfeelingsinothers，andifneverhavingfeltthemI
　　cannotapproveofthem，neitherdoIcondemnthem。OnlyitseemstomethatChristianlove，loveofone’sneighbor，loveofone’senemy，isworthier，sweeter，andbetterthanthefeelingswhichthebeautifuleyesofayoungmancaninspireinaromanticandlovingyounggirllikeyourself。
　　ThenewsofCountBezukhov’sdeathreachedusbeforeyourletterandmyfatherwasmuchaffectedbyit。Hesaysthecountwasthelastrepresentativebutoneofthegreatcentury，andthatitishisownturnnow，butthathewilldoallhecantolethisturncomeaslateaspossible。Godpreserveusfromthatterriblemisfortune！
　　IcannotagreewithyouaboutPierre，whomIknewasachild。Healwaysseemedtometohaveanexcellentheart，andthatisthequalityIvaluemostinpeople。AstohisinheritanceandthepartplayedbyPrinceVasili，itisverysadforboth。Ah，mydearfriend，ourdivineSaviour’swords，thatitiseasierforacameltogothroughtheeyeofaneedlethanforarichmantoentertheKingdomofGod，areterriblytrue。IpityPrinceVasilibutamstillmoresorryforPierre。Soyoung，andburdenedwithsuchriches—towhattemptationshewillbeexposed！IfIwereaskedwhatIdesiremostonearth，itwouldbetobepoorerthanthepoorestbeggar。A
　　thousandthanks，dearfriend，forthevolumeyouhavesentmeandwhichhassuchsuccessinMoscow。Yetsinceyoutellmethatamongsomegoodthingsitcontainsotherswhichourweakhumanunderstandingcannotgrasp，itseemstomeratheruselesstospendtimeinreadingwhatisunintelligibleandcanthereforebearnofruit。Inevercouldunderstandthefondnesssomepeoplehaveforconfusingtheirmindsbydwellingonmysticalbooksthatmerelyawakentheirdoubtsandexcitetheirimagination，givingthemabentforexaggerationquitecontrarytoChristiansimplicity。LetusratherreadtheEpistlesandGospels。Letusnotseektopenetratewhatmysteriestheycontain；forhowcanwe，miserablesinnersthatweare，knowtheterribleandholysecretsofProvidencewhileweremaininthisfleshwhichformsanimpenetrableveilbetweenusandtheEternal？LetusratherconfineourselvestostudyingthosesublimeruleswhichourdivineSaviourhasleftforourguidanceherebelow。Letustrytoconformtothemandfollowthem，andletusbepersuadedthatthelessweletourfeeblehumanmindsroam，thebetterweshallpleaseGod，whorejectsallknowledgethatdoesnotcomefromHim；andthelessweseektofathomwhatHehasbeenpleasedtoconcealfromus，thesoonerwillHevouchsafeitsrevelationtousthroughHisdivineSpirit。
　　Myfatherhasnotspokentomeofasuitor，buthasonlytoldmethathehasreceivedaletterandisexpectingavisitfromPrinceVasili。Inregardtothisprojectofmarriageforme，Iwilltellyou，dearsweetfriend，thatIlookonmarriageasadivineinstitutiontowhichwemustconform。Howeverpainfulitmaybetome，shouldtheAlmightylaythedutiesofwifeandwifeandmotheruponmeI
　　shalltrytoperformthemasfaithfullyasIcan，withoutdisquietingmyselfbyexaminingmyfeelingstowardhimwhomHemaygivemeforhusband。
　　Ihavehadaletterfrommybrother，whoannounceshisspeedyarrivalatBaldHillswithhiswife。Thispleasurewillbebutabriefone，however，forhewillleave，usagaintotakepartinthisunhappywarintowhichwehavebeendrawn，Godknowshoworwhy。Notonlywhereyouare—attheheartofaffairsandoftheworld—isthetalkallofwar，evenhereamidfieldworkandthecalmofnature—whichtownsfolkconsidercharacteristicofthecountry—rumorsofwarareheardandpainfullyfelt。Myfathertalksofnothingbutmarchesandcountermarches，thingsofwhichIunderstandnothing；andthedaybeforeyesterdayduringmydailywalkthroughthevillageI
　　witnessedaheartrendingscene……Itwasaconvoyofconscriptsenrolledfromourpeopleandstartingtojointhearmy。Youshouldhaveseenthestateofthemothers，wives，andchildrenofthemenwhoweregoingandshouldhaveheardthesobs。ItseemsasthoughmankindhasforgottenthelawsofitsdivineSaviour，Whopreachedloveandforgivenessofinjuries—andthatmenattributethegreatestmerittoskillinkillingoneanother。
　　Adieu，dearandkindfriend；mayourdivineSaviourandHismostHolyMotherkeepyouintheirholyandall—powerfulcare！
　　MARY
　　"Ah，youaresendingoffaletter，Princess？Ihavealreadydispatchedmine。Ihavewrittentomypoormother，"saidthesmilingMademoiselleBouriennerapidly，inherpleasantmellowtonesandwithgutturalr’s。ShebroughtintoPrincessMary’sstrenuous，mournful，andgloomyworldaquitedifferentatmosphere，careless，lighthearted，andself—satisfied。
　　"Princess，Imustwarnyou，"sheadded，loweringhervoiceandevidentlylisteningtoherselfwithpleasure，andspeakingwithexaggeratedgrasseyement，"theprincehasbeenscoldingMichaelIvanovich。Heisinaverybadhumor，verymorose。Beprepared。"
　　"Ah，dearfriend，"repliedPrincessMary，"Ihaveaskedyounevertowarnmeofthehumormyfatherisin。Idonotallowmyselftojudgehimandwouldnothaveothersdoso。"
　　Theprincessglancedatherwatchand，seeingthatshewasfiveminuteslateinstartingherpracticeontheclavichord，wentintothesittingroomwithalookofalarm。Betweentwelveandtwoo’clock，asthedaywasmappedout，theprincerestedandtheprincessplayedtheclavichord。
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　　Thegray—hairedvaletwassittingdrowsilylisteningtothesnoringoftheprince，whowasinhislargestudy。Fromthefarsideofthehousethroughthecloseddoorscamethesoundofdifficultpassages—twentytimesrepeated—ofasonatabyDussek。
　　Justthenaclosedcarriageandanotherwithahooddroveuptotheporch。PrinceAndrewgotoutofthecarriage，helpedhislittlewifetoalight，andletherpassintothehousebeforehim。OldTikhon，wearingawig，puthisheadoutofthedooroftheantechamber，reportedinawhisperthattheprincewassleeping，andhastilyclosedthedoor。Tikhonknewthatneithertheson’sarrivalnoranyotherunusualeventmustbeallowedtodisturbtheappointedorderoftheday。PrinceAndrewapparentlyknewthisaswellasTikhon；helookedathiswatchasiftoascertainwhetherhisfather’shabitshadchangedsincehewasathomelast，and，havingassuredhimselfthattheyhadnot，heturnedtohiswife。
　　"Hewillgetupintwentyminutes。LetusgoacrosstoMary’sroom，"
　　hesaid。
　　Thelittleprincesshadgrownstouterduringthistime，buthereyesandhershort，downy，smilinglipliftedwhenshebegantospeakjustasmerrilyandprettilyasever。
　　"Why，thisisapalace！"shesaidtoherhusband，lookingaroundwiththeexpressionwithwhichpeoplecomplimenttheirhostataball。
　　"Let’scome，quick，quick！"Andwithaglanceround，shesmiledatTikhon，atherhusband，andatthefootmanwhoaccompaniedthem。
　　"IsthatMarypracticing？Let’sgoquietlyandtakeherbysurprise。"
　　PrinceAndrewfollowedherwithacourteousbutsadexpression。
　　"You’vegrownolder，Tikhon，"hesaidinpassingtotheoldman，whokissedhishand。
　　Beforetheyreachedtheroomfromwhichthesoundsoftheclavichordcame，thepretty，fairhairedFrenchwoman，MademoiselleBourienne，rushedoutapparentlybesideherselfwithdelight。
　　"Ah！whatjoyfortheprincess！"exclaimedshe："Atlast！Imustletherknow。"
　　"No，no，pleasenot……YouareMademoiselleBourienne，"saidthelittleprincess，kissingher。"Iknowyoualreadythroughmysister—in—law’sfriendshipforyou。Shewasnotexpectingus？"
　　Theywentuptothedoorofthesittingroomfromwhichcamethesoundoftheoft—repeatedpassageofthesonata。PrinceAndrewstoppedandmadeagrimace，asifexpectingsomethingunpleasant。
　　Thelittleprincessenteredtheroom。Thepassagebrokeoffinthemiddle，acrywasheard，thenPrincessMary’sheavytreadandthesoundofkissing。WhenPrinceAndrewwentinthetwoprincesses，whohadonlymetoncebeforeforashorttimeathiswedding，wereineachother’sarmswarmlypressingtheirlipstowhateverplacetheyhappenedtotouch。MademoiselleBouriennestoodnearthempressingherhandtoherheart，withabeatificsmileandobviouslyequallyreadytocryortolaugh。PrinceAndrewshruggedhisshouldersandfrowned，asloversofmusicdowhentheyhearafalsenote。Thetwowomenletgoofoneanother，andthen，asifafraidofbeingtoolate，seizedeachother’shands，kissingthemandpullingthemaway，andagainbegankissingeachotherontheface，andthentoPrinceAndrew’ssurprisebothbegantocryandkissedagain。MademoiselleBouriennealsobegantocry。PrinceAndrewevidentlyfeltillatease，buttothetwowomenitseemedquitenaturalthattheyshouldcry，andapparentlyitneverenteredtheirheadsthatitcouldhavebeenotherwiseatthismeeting。
　　"Ah！mydear！……Ah！Mary！"theysuddenlyexclaimed，andthenlaughed。"Idreamedlastnight……"—"Youwerenotexpectingus？……"—
　　"Ah！Mary，youhavegotthinner？……""Andyouhavegrownstouter！……"
　　"Iknewtheprincessatonce，"putinMademoiselleBourienne。
　　"AndIhadnoidea！……"exclaimedPrincessMary。"Ah，Andrew，I
　　didnotseeyou。"
　　PrinceAndrewandhissister，handinhand，kissedoneanother，andhetoldhershewasstillthesamecrybabyasever。PrincessMaryhadturnedtowardherbrother，andthroughhertearstheloving，warm，gentlelookofherlargeluminouseyes，verybeautifulatthatmoment，restedonPrinceAndrew’sface。
　　Thelittleprincesstalkedincessantly，hershort，downyupperlipcontinuallyandrapidlytouchingherrosynetherlipwhennecessaryanddrawingupagainnextmomentwhenherfacebrokeintoasmileofglitteringteethandsparklingeyes。ShetoldofanaccidenttheyhadhadontheSpasskiHillwhichmighthavebeenseriousforherinhercondition，andimmediatelyafterthatinformedthemthatshehadleftallherclothesinPetersburgandthatheavenknewwhatshewouldhavetodressinhere；andthatAndrewhadquitechanged，andthatKittyOdyntsovahadmarriedanoldman，andthattherewasasuitorforMary，arealone，butthattheywouldtalkofthatlater。PrincessMarywasstilllookingsilentlyatherbrotherandherbeautifuleyeswerefullofloveandsadness。Itwasplainthatshewasfollowingatrainofthoughtindependentofhersister—in—law’swords。
　　InthemidstofadescriptionofthelastPetersburgfetesheaddressedherbrother：
　　"Soyouarereallygoingtothewar，Andrew？"shesaidsighing。
　　Lisesighedtoo。
　　"Yes，andeventomorrow，"repliedherbrother。
　　"Heisleavingmehere，Godknowswhy，whenhemighthavehadpromotion……"
　　PrincessMarydidnotlistentotheend，butcontinuinghertrainofthoughtturnedtohersister—in—lawwithatenderglanceatherfigure。
　　"Isitcertain？"shesaid。
　　Thefaceofthelittleprincesschanged。Shesighedandsaid：
　　"Yes，quitecertain。Ah！itisverydreadful……"
　　Herlipdescended。Shebroughtherfaceclosetohersister—in—law’sandunexpectedlyagainbegantocry。
　　"Sheneedsrest，"saidPrinceAndrewwithafrown。"Don’tyou，Lise？
　　TakehertoyourroomandI’llgotoFather。Howishe？Justthesame？"
　　"Yes，justthesame。ThoughIdon’tknowwhatyouropinionwillbe，"
　　answeredtheprincessjoyfully。
　　"Andarethehoursthesame？Andthewalksintheavenues？Andthelathe？"askedPrinceAndrewwithascarcelyperceptiblesmilewhichshowedthat，inspiteofallhisloveandrespectforhisfather，hewasawareofhisweaknesses。
　　"Thehoursarethesame，andthelathe，andalsothemathematicsandmygeometrylessons，"saidPrincessMarygleefully，asifherlessonsingeometrywereamongthegreatestdelightsofherlife。
　　Whenthetwentyminuteshadelapsedandthetimehadcomefortheoldprincetogetup，Tikhoncametocalltheyoungprincetohisfather。Theoldmanmadeadeparturefromhisusualroutineinhonorofhisson’sarrival：hegaveorderstoadmithimtohisapartmentswhilehedressedfordinner。Theoldprincealwaysdressedinold—fashionedstyle，wearinganantiquecoatandpowderedhair；andwhenPrinceAndrewenteredhisfather’sdressingroomnotwiththecontemptuouslookandmannerheworeindrawingrooms，butwiththeanimatedfacewithwhichhetalkedtoPierre，theoldmanwassittingonalargeleather—coveredchair，wrappedinapowderingmantle，entrustinghisheadtoTikhon。
　　"Ah！here’sthewarrior！WantstovanquishBuonaparte？"saidtheoldman，shakinghispowderedheadasmuchasthetail，whichTikhonwasholdingfasttoplait，wouldallow。
　　"Youatleastmusttacklehimproperly，orelseifhegoesonlikethishe’llsoonhaveus，too，forhissubjects！Howareyou？"Andheheldouthischeek。
　　Theoldmanwasinagoodtemperafterhisnapbeforedinner。Heusedtosaythatanap"afterdinnerwassilver—beforedinner，golden。"Hecasthappy，sidelongglancesathissonfromunderhisthick，bushyeyebrows。PrinceAndrewwentupandkissedhisfatheronthespotindicatedtohim。Hemadenoreplyonhisfather’sfavoritetopic—makingfunofthemilitarymenoftheday，andmoreparticularlyofBonaparte。
　　"Yes，Father，Ihavecomecometoyouandbroughtmywifewhoispregnant，"saidPrinceAndrew，followingeverymovementofhisfather’sfacewithaneagerandrespectfullook。"Howisyourhealth？"
　　"Onlyfoolsandrakesfallill，myboy。Youknowme：Iambusyfrommorningtillnightandabstemious，soofcourseIamwell。"
　　"ThankGod，"saidhissonsmiling。
　　"Godhasnothingtodowithit！Well，goon，"hecontinued，returningtohishobby；"tellmehowtheGermanshavetaughtyoutofightBonapartebythisnewscienceyoucall’strategy。’"
　　PrinceAndrewsmiled。
　　"Givemetimetocollectmywits，Father，"saidhe，withasmilethatshowedthathisfather’sfoiblesdidnotpreventhissonfromlovingandhonoringhim。"Why，Ihavenotyethadtimetosettledown！"
　　"Nonsense，nonsense！"criedtheoldman，shakinghispigtailtoseewhetheritwasfirmlyplaited，andgraspinghisbythehand。
　　"Thehouseforyourwifeisready。PrincessMarywilltakeherthereandshowherover，andthey’lltalknineteentothedozen。That’stheirwoman’sway！Iamgladtohaveher。Sitdownandtalk。AboutMikhelson’sarmyIunderstand—Tolstoy’stoo……asimultaneousexpedition……Butwhat’sthesouthernarmytodo？Prussiaisneutral……Iknowthat。WhataboutAustria？"saidhe，risingfromhischairandpacingupanddowntheroomfollowedbyTikhon，whoranafterhim，handinghimdifferentarticlesofclothing。"WhatofSweden？HowwilltheycrossPomerania？"
　　PrinceAndrew，seeingthathisfatherinsisted，began—atfirstreluctantly，butgraduallywithmoreandmoreanimation，andfromhabitchangingunconsciouslyfromRussiantoFrenchashewenton—
　　toexplaintheplanofoperationforthecomingcampaign。Heexplainedhowanarmy，ninetythousandstrong，wastothreatenPrussiasoastobringheroutofherneutralityanddrawherintothewar；howpartofthatarmywastojoinsomeSwedishforcesatStralsund；howtwohundredandtwentythousandAustrians，withahundredthousandRussians，weretooperateinItalyandontheRhine；howfiftythousandRussiansandasmanyEnglishweretolandatNaples，andhowatotalforceoffivehundredthousandmenwastoattacktheFrenchfromdifferentsides。Theoldprincedidnotevincetheleastinterestduringthisexplanation，butasifhewerenotlisteningtoitcontinuedtodresswhilewalkingabout，andthreetimesunexpectedlyinterrupted。Oncehestoppeditbyshouting："Thewhiteone，thewhiteone！"
　　ThismeantthatTikhonwasnothandinghimthewaistcoathewanted。Anothertimeheinterrupted，saying：
　　"Andwillshesoonbeconfined？"andshakinghisheadreproachfullysaid："That’sbad！Goon，goon。"
　　ThethirdinterruptioncamewhenPrinceAndrewwasfinishinghisdescription。Theoldmanbegantosing，inthecrackedvoiceofoldage："Malbrooks’enva—t—enguerre。Dieusaitquandreviendra。"*
　　*"Marlboroughisgoingtothewars；Godknowswhenhe’llreturn。"
　　Hissononlysmiled。
　　"Idon’tsayit’saplanIapproveof，"saidtheson；"Iamonlytellingyouwhatitis。Napoleonhasalsoformedhisplanbynow，notworsethanthisone。"
　　"Well，you’vetoldmenothingnew，"andtheoldmanrepeated，meditativelyandrapidly：
　　"Dieusaitquandreviendra。Gotothediningroom。"
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　　Attheappointedhourtheprince，powderedandshaven，enteredthediningroomwherehisdaughter—in—law，PrincessMary，andMademoiselleBouriennewerealreadyawaitinghimtogetherwithhisarchitect，whobyastrangecapriceofhisemployer’swasadmittedtotablethoughthepositionofthatinsignificantindividualwassuchascouldcertainlynothavecausedhimtoexpectthathonor。Theprince，whogenerallykeptverystrictlytosocialdistinctionsandrarelyadmittedevenimportantgovernmentofficialstohistable，hadunexpectedlyselectedMichaelIvanovichwhoalwayswentintoacornertoblowhisnoseonhischeckedhandkerchieftoillustratethetheorythatallmenareequals，andhadmorethanonceimpressedonhisdaughterthatMichaelIvanovichwas"notawhitworsethanyouorI。"AtdinnertheprinceusuallyspoketothetaciturnMichaelIvanovichmoreoftenthantoanyoneelse。
　　Inthediningroom，whichlikealltheroomsinthehousewasexceedinglylofty，themembersofthehouseholdandthefootmen—onebehindeachchair—stoodwaitingfortheprincetoenter。Theheadbutler，napkinonarm，wasscanningthesettingofthetable，makingsignstothefootmen，andanxiouslyglancingfromtheclocktothedoorbywhichtheprincewastoenter。PrinceAndrewwaslookingatalargegiltframe，newtohim，containingthegenealogicaltreeofthePrincesBolkonski，oppositewhichhunganothersuchframewithabadlypaintedportraitevidentlybythehandoftheartistbelongingtotheestateofarulingprince，inacrown—anallegeddescendantofRurikandancestoroftheBolkonskis。PrinceAndrew，lookingagainatthatgenealogicaltree，shookhishead，laughingasamanlaughswholooksataportraitsocharacteristicoftheoriginalastobeamusing。
　　"Howthoroughlylikehimthatis！"hesaidtoPrincessMary，whohadcomeuptohim。
　　PrincessMarylookedatherbrotherinsurprise。Shedidnotunderstandwhathewaslaughingat。Everythingherfatherdidinspiredherwithreverenceandwasbeyondquestion。
　　"EveryonehashisAchilles’heel，"continuedPrinceAndrew。
　　"Fancy，withhispowerfulmind，indulginginsuchnonsense！"
　　PrincessMarycouldnotunderstandtheboldnessofherbrother’scriticismandwasabouttoreply，whentheexpectedfootstepswereheardcomingfromthestudy。Theprincewalkedinquicklyandjauntilyaswashiswont，asifintentionallycontrastingthebrisknessofhismannerswiththestrictformalityofhishouse。Atthatmomentthegreatclockstrucktwoandanotherwithashrilltonejoinedinfromthedrawingroom。Theprincestoodstill；hislivelyglitteringeyesfromundertheirthick，bushyeyebrowssternlyscannedallpresentandrestedonthelittleprincess。Shefelt，ascourtiersdowhentheTsarenters，thesensationoffearandrespectwhichtheoldmaninspiredinallaroundhim。Hestrokedherhairandthenpattedherawkwardlyonthebackofherneck。
　　"I’mglad，glad，toseeyou，"hesaid，lookingattentivelyintohereyes，andthenquicklywenttohisplaceandsatdown。"Sitdown，sitdown！Sitdown，MichaelIanovich！"
　　Heindicatedaplacebesidehimtohisdaughter—in—law。Afootmanmovedthechairforher。
　　"Ho，ho！"saidtheoldman，castinghiseyesonherroundedfigure。"You’vebeeninahurry。That’sbad！"
　　Helaughedinhisusualdry，cold，unpleasantway，withhislipsonlyandnotwithhiseyes。
　　"Youmustwalk，walkasmuchaspossible，asmuchaspossible，"hesaid。
　　Thelittleprincessdidnot，ordidnotwishto，hearhiswords。Shewassilentandseemedconfused。Theprinceaskedheraboutherfather，andshebegantosmileandtalk。Heaskedaboutmutualacquaintances，andshebecamestillmoreanimatedandchatteredawaygivinghimgreetingsfromvariouspeopleandretailingthetowngossip。
　　"CountessApraksina，poorthing，haslostherhusbandandshehascriedhereyesout，"shesaid，growingmoreandmorelively。
　　Asshebecameanimatedtheprincelookedathermoreandmoresternly，andsuddenly，asifhehadstudiedhersufficientlyandhadformedadefiniteideaofher，heturnedawayandaddressedMichaelIvanovich。
　　"Well，MichaelIvanovich，ourBonapartewillbehavingabadtimeofit。PrinceAndrew"healwaysspokethusofhisson"hasbeentellingmewhatforcesarebeingcollectedagainsthim！WhileyouandI
　　neverthoughtmuchofhim。"
　　MichaelIvanovichdidnotatallknowwhen"youandI"hadsaidsuchthingsaboutBonaparte，butunderstandingthathewaswantedasapegonwhichtohangtheprince’sfavoritetopic，helookedinquiringlyattheyoungprince，wonderingwhatwouldfollow。
　　"Heisagreattactician！"saidtheprincetohisson，pointingtothearchitect。
　　Andtheconversationagainturnedonthewar，onBonaparte，andthegeneralsandstatesmenoftheday。TheoldprinceseemedconvincednotonlythatallthemenofthedayweremerebabieswhodidnotknowtheABCofwarorofpolitics，andthatBonapartewasaninsignificantlittleFrenchy，successfulonlybecausetherewerenolongeranyPotemkinsorSuvorovslefttoopposehim；buthewasalsoconvincedthattherewerenopoliticaldifficultiesinEuropeandnorealwar，butonlyasortofpuppetshowatwhichthemenofthedaywereplaying，pretendingtodosomethingreal。PrinceAndrewgailyborewithhisfather’sridiculeofthenewmen，anddrewhimonandlistenedtohimwithevidentpleasure。
　　"Thepastalwaysseemsgood，"saidhe，"butdidnotSuvorovhimselffallintoatrapMoreausethim，andfromwhichhedidnotknowhowtoescape？"
　　"Whotoldyouthat？Who？"criedtheprince。"Suvorov！"Andhejerkedawayhisplate，whichTikhonbrisklycaught。"Suvorov！……Consider，PrinceAndrew。Two……FrederickandSuvorov；Moreau！……MoreauwouldhavebeenaprisonerifSuvorovhadhadafreehand；buthehadtheHofs—kriegs—wurst—schnapps—Rathonhishands。Itwouldhavepuzzledthedevilhimself！Whenyougetthereyou’llfindoutwhatthoseHofs—kriegs—wurst—Rathsare！Suvorovcouldn’tmanagethemsowhatchancehasMichaelKutuzov？No，mydearboy，"hecontinued，"youandyourgeneralswon’tgetonagainstBuonaparte；you’llhavetocallintheFrench，sothatbirdsofafeathermayfighttogether。TheGerman，Pahlen，hasbeensenttoNewYorkinAmerica，tofetchtheFrenchman，Moreau，"hesaid，alludingtotheinvitationmadethatyeartoMoreautoentertheRussianservice……"Wonderful！……WerethePotemkins，Suvorovs，andOrlovsGermans？No，lad，eitheryoufellowshavealllostyourwits，orIhaveoutlivedmine。MayGodhelpyou，butwe’llseewhatwillhappen。Buonapartehasbecomeagreatcommanderamongthem！Hm！……"
　　"Idon’tatallsaythatalltheplansaregood，"saidPrinceAndrew，"IamonlysurprisedatyouropinionofBonaparte。Youmaylaughasmuchasyoulike，butallthesameBonaparteisagreatgenerall"
　　"MichaelIvanovich！"criedtheoldprincetothearchitectwho，busywithhisroastmeat，hopedhehadbeenforgotten："Didn’tItellyouBuonapartewasagreattactician？Here，hesayssamething。"
　　"Tobesure，yourexcellency。"repliedthearchitect。
　　Theprinceagainlaughedhisfrigidlaugh。
　　"Buonapartewasbornwithasilverspooninhismouth。Hehasgotsplendidsoldiers。BesideshebeganbyattackingGermans。AndonlyidlershavefailedtobeattheGermans。SincetheworldbeganeverybodyhasbeatentheGermans。Theybeatnoone—exceptoneanother。Hemadehisreputationfightingthem。"
　　Andtheprincebeganexplainingalltheblunderswhich，accordingtohim，Bonapartehadmadeinhiscampaignsandeveninpolitics。Hissonmadenorejoinder，butitwasevidentthatwhateverargumentswerepresentedhewasaslittleableashisfathertochangehisopinion。
　　Helistened，refrainingfromareply，andinvoluntarilywonderedhowthisoldman，livingaloneinthecountryforsomanyyears，couldknowanddiscusssominutelyandacutelyalltherecentEuropeanmilitaryandpoliticalevents。
　　"YouthinkI’manoldmananddon’tunderstandthepresentstateofaffairs？"concludedhisfather。"Butittroublesme。Idon’tsleepatnight。Comenow，wherehasthisgreatcommanderofyoursshownhisskill？"heconcluded。
　　"Thatwouldtaketoolongtotell，"answeredtheson。
　　"Well，thengotoyourBuonaparte！MademoiselleBourienne，here’sanotheradmirerofthatpowder—monkeyemperorofyours，"heexclaimedinexcellentFrench。
　　"Youknow，Prince，IamnotaBonapartist！"
　　"Dieusaitquandreviendra"……hummedtheprinceoutoftuneand，withalaughstillmoreso，hequittedthetable。
　　Thelittleprincessduringthewholediscussionandtherestofthedinnersatsilent，glancingwithafrightenedlooknowatherfather—in—lawandnowatPrincessMary。Whentheyleftthetableshetookhersister—in—law’sarmanddrewherintoanotherroom。
　　"Whataclevermanyourfatheris，"saidshe；"perhapsthatiswhyI
　　amafraidofhim。"
　　"Oh，heissokind！"answeredPrincessMary。
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　　PrinceAndrewwastoleavenextevening。Theoldprince，notalteringhisroutine，retiredasusualafterdinner。Thelittleprincesswasinhersister—in—law’sroom。PrinceAndrewinatravelingcoatwithoutepauletteshadbeenpackingwithhisvaletintheroomsassignedtohim。Afterinspectingthecarriagehimselfandseeingthetrunksputin，heorderedthehorsestobeharnessed。Onlythosethingshealwayskeptwithhimremainedinhisroom；asmallbox，alargecanteenfittedwithsilverplate，twoTurkishpistolsandasaber—apresentfromhisfatherwhohadbroughtitfromthesiegeofOchakov。AllthesetravelingeffectsofPrinceAndrew’swereinverygoodorder：new，clean，andinclothcoverscarefullytiedwithtapes。
　　Whenstartingonajourneyorchangingtheirmodeoflife，mencapableofreflectionaregenerallyinaseriousframeofmind。Atsuchmomentsonereviewsthepastandplansforthefuture。PrinceAndrew’sfacelookedverythoughtfulandtender。Withhishandsbehindhimhepacedbrisklyfromcornertocorneroftheroom，lookingstraightbeforehimandthoughtfullyshakinghishead。Didhefeargoingtothewar，orwashesadatleavinghiswife？—perhapsboth，butevidentlyhedidnotwishtobeseeninthatmood，forhearingfootstepsinthepassagehehurriedlyunclaspedhishands，stoppedatatableasiftyingthecoverofthesmallbox，andassumedhisusualtranquilandimpenetrableexpression。ItwastheheavytreadofPrincessMarythatheheard。
　　"Ihearyouhavegivenorderstoharness，"shecried，pantingshehadapparentlybeenrunning，"andIdidsowishtohaveanothertalkwithyoualone！Godknowshowlongwemayagainbeparted。Youarenotangrywithmeforcoming？Youhavechangedso，Andrusha，"
　　sheadded，asiftoexplainsuchaquestion。
　　Shesmiledassheutteredhispetname，"Andrusha。"ItwasobviouslystrangetohertothinkthatthissternhandsomemanshouldbeAndrusha—theslendermischievousboywhohadbeenherplayfellowinchildhood。
　　"AndwhereisLise？"heasked，answeringherquestiononlybyasmile。
　　"Shewassotiredthatshehasfallenasleeponthesofainmyroom。
　　Oh，Andrew！Whatatreasureofawifeyouhave，"saidshe，sittingdownonthesofa，facingherbrother。"Sheisquiteachild：suchadear，merrychild。Ihavegrownsofondofher。"
　　PrinceAndrewwassilent，buttheprincessnoticedtheironicalandcontemptuouslookthatshoweditselfonhisface。
　　"Onemustbeindulgenttolittleweaknesses；whoisfreefromthem，Andrew？Don’tforgetthatshehasgrownupandbeeneducatedinsociety，andsoherpositionnowisnotarosyone。Weshouldenterintoeveryone’ssituation。Toutcomprendre，c’esttoutpardonner。*
　　Thinkitmustbeforher，poorthing，afterwhatshehasbeenusedto，tobepartedfromherhusbandandbeleftalonethecountry，inhercondition！It’sveryhard。"
　　*Tounderstandallistoforgiveall。
　　PrinceAndrewsmiledashelookedathissister，aswesmileatthosewethinkwethoroughlyunderstand。
　　"Youliveinthecountryanddon’tthinkthelifeterrible，"hereplied。
　　"I……that’sdifferent。Whyspeakofme？Idon’twantanyotherlife，andcan’t，forIknownoother。Butthink，Andrew：forayoungsocietywomantobeburiedinthecountryduringthebestyearsofherlife，allalone—forPapaisalwaysbusy，andI……well，youknowwhatpoorresourcesIhaveforentertainingawomanusedtothebestsociety。ThereisonlyMademoiselleBourienne……"
　　"Idon’tlikeyourMademoiselleBourienneatall，"saidPrinceAndrew。
　　"No？Sheisveryniceandkindand，aboveall，she’smuchtobepitied。Shehasnoone，noone。Totellthetruth，Idon’tneedher，andshe’seveninmyway。YouknowIalwayswasasavage，andnowamevenmoreso。Ilikebeingalone……Fatherlikesherverymuch。SheandMichaelIvanovicharethetwopeopletowhomheisalwaysgentleandkind，becausehehasbeenabenefactortothemboth。AsSternesays：’Wedon’tlovepeoplesomuchforthegoodtheyhavedoneus，asforthegoodwehavedonethem。’Fathertookherwhenshewashomelessafterlosingherownfather。Sheisverygood—natured，andmyfatherlikesherwayofreading。Shereadstohimintheeveningsandreadssplendidly。"
　　"Tobequitefrank，Mary，IexpectFather’scharactersometimesmakesthingstryingforyou，doesn’tit？"PrinceAndrewaskedsuddenly。
　　PrincessMarywasfirstsurprisedandthenaghastatthisquestion。
　　"Forme？Forme？……Tryingforme！……"saidshe。
　　"Healwayswasratherharsh；andnowIshouldthinkhe’sgettingverytrying，"saidPrinceAndrew，apparentlyspeakinglightlyoftheirfatherinordertopuzzleortesthissister。
　　"Youaregoodineveryway，Andrew，butyouhaveakindofintellectualpride，"saidtheprincess，followingthetrainofherownthoughtsratherthanthetrendoftheconversation—"andthat’sagreatsin。HowcanonejudgeFather？Butevenifonemight，whatfeelingexceptvenerationcouldsuchamanasmyfatherevoke？AndI
　　amsocontentedandhappywithhim。IonlywishyouwereallashappyasIam。"
　　Herbrothershookhisheadincredulously。
　　"Theonlythingthatishardforme……Iwilltellyouthetruth，Andrew……isFather’swayoftreatingreligioussubjects。Idon’tunderstandhowamanofhisimmenseintellectcanfailtoseewhatisasclearasday，andcangosofarastray。Thatistheonlythingthatmakesmeunhappy。ButeveninthisIcanseelatelyashadeofimprovement。Hissatirehasbeenlessbitteroflate，andtherewasamonkhereceivedandhadalongtalkwith。"
　　"Ah！mydear，Iamafraidyouandyourmonkarewastingyourpowder，"saidPrinceAndrewbanteringlyyettenderly。
　　"Ah！monami，Ionlypray，andhopethatGodwillhearme。
　　Andrew……"shesaidtimidlyafteramoment’ssilence，"Ihaveagreatfavortoaskofyou。"
　　"Whatisit，dear？"
　　"No—promisethatyouwillnotrefuse！Itwillgiveyounotroubleandisnothingunworthyofyou，butitwillcomfortme。Promise，Andrusha！……"saidshe，puttingherhandinherreticulebutnotyettakingoutwhatshewasholdinginsideit，asifwhatsheheldwerethesubjectofherrequestandmustnotbeshownbeforetherequestwasgranted。
　　Shelookedtimidlyatherbrother。
　　"Evenifitwereagreatdealoftrouble……"answeredPrinceAndrew，asifguessingwhatitwasabout。
　　"Thinkwhatyouplease！IknowyouarejustlikeFather。Thinkasyouplease，butdothisformysake！Pleasedo！Father’sfather，ourgrandfather，woreitinallhiswars。"Shestilldidnottakeoutwhatshewasholdinginherreticule。"Soyoupromise？"
　　"Ofcourse。Whatisit？"
　　"Andrew，Iblessyouwiththisiconandyoumustpromisemeyouwillnevertakeitoff。Doyoupromise？"
　　"Ifitdoesnotweighahundredweightandwon’tbreakmyneck……
　　Topleaseyou……"saidPrinceAndrew。Butimmediately，noticingthepainedexpressionhisjokehadbroughttohissister’sface，herepentedandadded："Iamglad；really，dear，Iamveryglad。"
　　"AgainstyourwillHewillsaveandhavemercyonyouandbringyoutoHimself，forinHimaloneistruthandpeace，"saidsheinavoicetremblingwithemotion，solemnlyholdingupinbothhandsbeforeherbrotherasmall，oval，antique，dark—facediconoftheSaviourinagoldsetting，onafinelywroughtsilverchain。
　　Shecrossedherself，kissedtheicon，andhandedittoAndrew。
　　"Please，Andrew，formysake！……"
　　Raysofgentlelightshonefromherlarge，timideyes。Thoseeyeslitupthewholeofherthin，sicklyfaceandmadeitbeautiful。Herbrotherwouldhavetakentheicon，butshestoppedhim。Andrewunderstood，crossedhimselfandkissedtheicon。Therewasalookoftenderness，forhewastouched，butalsoagleamofironyonhisface。
　　"Thankyou，mydear。"Shekissedhimontheforeheadandsatdownagainonthesofa。Theyweresilentforawhile。
　　"AsIwassayingtoyou，Andrew，bekindandgenerousasyoualwaysusedtobe。Don’tjudgeLiseharshly，"shebegan。"Sheissosweet，sogood—natured，andherpositionnowisaveryhardone。"
　　"IdonotthinkIhavecomplainedofmywifetoyou，Masha，orblamedher。Whydoyousayallthistome？"
　　RedpatchesappearedonPrincessMary’sfaceandshewassilentasifshefeltguilty。
　　"Ihavesaidnothingtoyou，butyouhavealreadybeentalkedto。
　　AndIamsorryforthat，"hewenton。
　　Thepatchesgrewdeeperonherforehead，neck，andcheeks。Shetriedtosaysomethingbutcouldnot。Herbrotherhadguessedright：thelittleprincesshadbeencryingafterdinnerandhadspokenofherforebodingsaboutherconfinement，andhowshedreadedit，andhadcomplainedofherfate，herfather—in—law，andherhusband。Aftercryingshehadfallenasleep。PrinceAndrewfeltsorryforhissister。
　　"Knowthis，Masha：Ican’treproach，havenotreproached，andnevershallreproachmywifewithanything，andIcannotreproachmyselfwithanythinginregardtoher；andthatalwayswillbesoinwhatevercircumstancesImaybeplaced。Butifyouwanttoknowthetruth……ifyouwanttoknowwhetherIamhappy？No！Isshehappy？No！
　　ButwhythisissoIdon’tknow……"
　　Ashesaidthisherose，wenttohissister，and，stooping，kissedherforehead。Hisfineeyeslitupwithathoughtful，kindly，andunaccustomedbrightness，buthewaslookingnotathissisterbutoverherheadtowardthedarknessoftheopendoorway。
　　"Letusgotoher，Imustsaygood—by。Or—goandwakeandI’llcomeinamoment。Petrushka！"hecalledtohisvalet："Comehere，taketheseaway。Putthisontheseatandthistotheright。"
　　PrincessMaryroseandmovedtothedoor，thenstoppedandsaid：
　　"Andrew，ifyouhadfaithyouwouldhaveturnedtoGodandaskedHimtogiveyoutheloveyoudonotfeel，andyourprayerwouldhavebeenanswered。"
　　"Well，maybe！"saidPrinceAndrew。"Go，Masha；I’llcomeimmediately。"
　　Onthewaytohissister’sroom，inthepassagewhichconnectedonewingwiththeother，PrinceAndrewmetMademoiselleBouriennesmilingsweetly。Itwasthethirdtimethatdaythat，withanecstaticandartlesssmile，shehadmethiminsecludedpassages。