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Are you going to be a guardsman or a diplomatist? I will agree to anything. Write to me all about it, and I will help you in everything. It was about this choice that Prince Andrew was speaking. Pierre rubbed his forehead. Have you been to the Horse Guards? There is a war now against Napoleon. If it were a war for freedom I could understand it and should be the first to enter the army; but to help England and Austria against the greatest man in the world is not right.

I must. Besides that I am going Pierre removed his feet from the sofa. The princess came in. She had changed her gown for a house dress as fresh and elegant as the other.

Prince Andrew rose and politely placed a chair for her. How stupid you men all are not to have married her! Excuse me for saying so, but you have no sense about women. What an argumentative fellow you are, Monsieur Pierre!

Now you shall judge between us. He is so well known, so much appreciated by everyone. He might easily become aide-de-camp to the Emperor. You know the Emperor spoke to him most graciously. Annette and I were speaking of how to arrange it. What do you think? Pierre looked at his friend and, noticing that he did not like the conversation, gave no reply. Her husband looked at her as if surprised to notice that someone besides Pierre and himself was in the room, and addressed her in a tone of frigid politeness.

Just for a whim of his own, goodness only knows why, he leaves me and locks me up alone in the country. And he expects me not to be afraid. Her tone was now querulous and her lip drawn up, giving her not a joyful, but an animal, squirrel-like expression.

She paused as if she felt it indecorous to speak of her pregnancy before Pierre, though the gist of the matter lay in that. The princess said nothing, but suddenly her short downy lip quivered. Prince Andrew rose, shrugged his shoulders, and walked about the room. What have I done to you? You are going to the war and have no pity for me. Why is it? But that one word expressed an entreaty, a threat, and above all conviction that she would herself regret her words.

But she went on hurriedly:. I see it all! Did you behave like that six months ago? Pierre, who had been growing more and more agitated as he listened to all this, rose and approached the princess. He seemed unable to bear the sight of tears and was ready to cry himself.

It seems so to you because I assure you I myself have experienced No, excuse me! An outsider is out of place here The princess is too kind to wish to deprive me of the pleasure of spending the evening with you.

The friends were silent. Neither cared to begin talking. Pierre continually glanced at Prince Andrew; Prince Andrew rubbed his forehead with his small hand. They entered the elegant, newly decorated, and luxurious dining room. Everything from the table napkins to the silver, china, and glass bore that imprint of newness found in the households of the newly married. Halfway through supper Prince Andrew leaned his elbows on the table and, with a look of nervous agitation such as Pierre had never before seen on his face, began to talk—as one who has long had something on his mind and suddenly determines to speak out.

Marry when you are old and good for nothing—or all that is good and noble in you will be lost. It will all be wasted on trifles. If you marry expecting anything from yourself in the future, you will feel at every step that for you all is ended, all is closed except the drawing room, where you will be ranged side by side with a court lackey and an idiot!

Pierre took off his spectacles, which made his face seem different and the good-natured expression still more apparent, and gazed at his friend in amazement. You are the first and only one to whom I mention this, because I like you. Every muscle of his thin face was now quivering with nervous excitement; his eyes, in which the fire of life had seemed extinguished, now flashed with brilliant light.

It was evident that the more lifeless he seemed at ordinary times, the more impassioned he became in these moments of almost morbid irritation. He was free, he had nothing but his aim to consider, and he reached it. But tie yourself up with a woman and, like a chained convict, you lose all freedom! And all you have of hope and strength merely weighs you down and torments you with regret. Drawing rooms, gossip, balls, vanity, and triviality—these are the enchanted circle I cannot escape from.

I am now going to the war, the greatest war there ever was, and I know nothing and am fit for nothing. And that stupid set without whom my wife cannot exist, and those women If you only knew what those society women are, and women in general! My father is right. You have everything before you, everything. And you He did not finish his sentence, but his tone showed how highly he thought of his friend and how much he expected of him in the future. He considered his friend a model of perfection because Prince Andrew possessed in the highest degree just the very qualities Pierre lacked, and which might be best described as strength of will.

Even in the best, most friendly and simplest relations of life, praise and commendation are essential, just as grease is necessary to wheels that they may run smoothly. An illegitimate son! And it really Prince Andrew looked kindly at him, yet his glance—friendly and affectionate as it was—expressed a sense of his own superiority. It suits you so badly—all this debauchery, dissipation, and the rest of it!

It was a cloudless, northern, summer night. Pierre took an open cab intending to drive straight home. But the nearer he drew to the house the more he felt the impossibility of going to sleep on such a night.

It was light enough to see a long way in the deserted street and it seemed more like morning or evening than night. But he immediately recalled his promise to Prince Andrew not to go there. Then, as happens to people of weak character, he desired so passionately once more to enjoy that dissipation he was so accustomed to that he decided to go. There was no one in the anteroom; empty bottles, cloaks, and overshoes were lying about; there was a smell of alcohol, and sounds of voices and shouting in the distance.

Cards and supper were over, but the visitors had not yet dispersed. Pierre threw off his cloak and entered the first room, in which were the remains of supper. A footman, thinking no one saw him, was drinking on the sly what was left in the glasses. From the third room came sounds of laughter, the shouting of familiar voices, the growling of a bear, and general commotion.

Some eight or nine young men were crowding anxiously round an open window. Three others were romping with a young bear, one pulling him by the chain and trying to set him at the others.

Good man! Pierre smiled, looking about him merrily. Pierre drank one glass after another, looking from under his brows at the tipsy guests who were again crowding round the window, and listening to their chatter.

He was about twenty-five. Like all infantry officers he wore no mustache, so that his mouth, the most striking feature of his face, was clearly seen. The lines of that mouth were remarkably finely curved. The middle of the upper lip formed a sharp wedge and closed firmly on the firm lower one, and something like two distinct smiles played continually round the two corners of the mouth; this, together with the resolute, insolent intelligence of his eyes, produced an effect which made it impossible not to notice his face.

However much he drank, he never lost his clearheadedness. The bottle of rum was brought. The window frame which prevented anyone from sitting on the outer sill was being forced out by two footmen, who were evidently flurried and intimidated by the directions and shouts of the gentlemen around. Anatole with his swaggering air strode up to the window. He wanted to smash something. Pushing away the footmen he tugged at the frame, but could not move it.

He smashed a pane. Fifty imperials Is that right? Anatole turned to the Englishman and taking him by one of the buttons of his coat and looking down at him—the Englishman was short—began repeating the terms of the wager to him in English. If anyone else does the same, I will pay him a hundred imperials. Do you understand? The Englishman nodded, but gave no indication whether he intended to accept this challenge or not.

A thin young lad, an hussar of the Life Guards, who had been losing that evening, climbed on the window sill, leaned over, and looked down. The lad jumped awkwardly back into the room, tripping over his spurs. Pressing against both sides of the window, he adjusted himself on his seat, lowered his hands, moved a little to the right and then to the left, and took up the bottle.

Anatole brought two candles and placed them on the window sill, though it was already quite light. Everyone crowded to the window, the Englishman in front. Pierre stood smiling but silent. What then? Now then! Saying this he again turned round, dropped his hands, took the bottle and lifted it to his lips, threw back his head, and raised his free hand to balance himself.

Anatole stood erect with staring eyes. The Englishman looked on sideways, pursing up his lips. The man who had wished to stop the affair ran to a corner of the room and threw himself on a sofa with his face to the wall.

Pierre hid his face, from which a faint smile forgot to fade though his features now expressed horror and fear. All were still. Pierre took his hands from his eyes. The bottle was emptying perceptibly and rising still higher and his head tilting yet further back. It seemed to him that more than half an hour had elapsed.

As he began slipping down, his head and arm wavered still more with the strain. One hand moved as if to clutch the window sill, but refrained from touching it.

Pierre again covered his eyes and thought he would never open them again. Suddenly he was aware of a stir all around. He threw the bottle to the Englishman, who caught it neatly. He smelt strongly of rum. Fine fellow! Devil take you!

The Englishman took out his purse and began counting out the money. Pierre jumped upon the window sill. Tell them to bring me a bottle. Bring a bottle! Have you gone mad? No one would let you!

They seized him by his arms; but he was so strong that everyone who touched him was sent flying. And he caught the bear, took it in his arms, lifted it from the ground, and began dancing round the room with it. It was St. The countess herself and her handsome eldest daughter were in the drawing room with the visitors who came to congratulate, and who constantly succeeded one another in relays.

The countess was a woman of about forty-five, with a thin Oriental type of face, evidently worn out with childbearing—she had had twelve. A languor of motion and speech, resulting from weakness, gave her a distinguished air which inspired respect. The young people were in one of the inner rooms, not considering it necessary to take part in receiving the visitors.

The count met the guests and saw them off, inviting them all to dinner. On behalf of the whole family I beg you to come, mon cher!

As soon as he had seen a visitor off he returned to one of those who were still in the drawing room, drew a chair toward him or her, and jauntily spreading out his legs and putting his hands on his knees with the air of a man who enjoys life and knows how to live, he swayed to and fro with dignity, offered surmises about the weather, or touched on questions of health, sometimes in Russian and sometimes in very bad but self-confident French; then again, like a man weary but unflinching in the fulfillment of duty, he rose to see some visitors off and, stroking his scanty gray hairs over his bald patch, also asked them to dinner.

She is so affected. A tall, stout, and proud-looking woman, with a round-faced smiling daughter, entered the drawing room, their dresses rustling. She has been laid up, poor child I was so delighted And they have had to suffer for it.

Those three got hold of a bear somewhere, put it in a carriage, and set off with it to visit some actresses! The police tried to interfere, and what did the young men do? They tied a policeman and the bear back to back and put the bear into the Moyka Canal. And there was the bear swimming about with the policeman on his back!

And he was said to be so well educated and clever. This is all that his foreign education has done for him! I hope that here in Moscow no one will receive him, in spite of his money. They wanted to introduce him to me, but I quite declined: I have my daughters to consider. I think Pierre also is illegitimate. He has lost count of his children, but this Pierre was his favorite.

Forty thousand serfs and millions of rubles! And as he waved his arms to impersonate the policeman, his portly form again shook with a deep ringing laugh, the laugh of one who always eats well and, in particular, drinks well.

Silence ensued. The countess looked at her callers, smiling affably, but not concealing the fact that she would not be distressed if they now rose and took their leave. It was evident that she had not intended her flight to bring her so far. Behind her in the doorway appeared a student with a crimson coat collar, an officer of the Guards, a girl of fifteen, and a plump rosy-faced boy in a short jacket.

The count jumped up and, swaying from side to side, spread his arms wide and threw them round the little girl who had run in. My dear pet! This black-eyed, wide-mouthed girl, not pretty but full of life—with childish bare shoulders which after her run heaved and shook her bodice, with black curls tossed backward, thin bare arms, little legs in lace-frilled drawers, and feet in low slippers—was just at that charming age when a girl is no longer a child, though the child is not yet a young woman.

She laughed, and in fragmentary sentences tried to explain about a doll which she produced from the folds of her frock. My doll You see She leaned against her mother and burst into such a loud, ringing fit of laughter that even the prim visitor could not help joining in. The visitor, compelled to look on at this family scene, thought it necessary to take some part in it.

A daughter, I suppose? She did not reply, but looked at her seriously. Now and then they glanced at one another, hardly able to suppress their laughter. The two young men, the student and the officer, friends from childhood, were of the same age and both handsome fellows, though not alike. Nicholas was short with curly hair and an open expression. Dark hairs were already showing on his upper lip, and his whole face expressed impetuosity and enthusiasm. Nicholas blushed when he entered the drawing room.

He evidently tried to find something to say, but failed. She turned away from him and glanced at her younger brother, who was screwing up his eyes and shaking with suppressed laughter, and unable to control herself any longer, she jumped up and rushed from the room as fast as her nimble little feet would carry her. Do you want the carriage? The plump boy ran after them angrily, as if vexed that their program had been disturbed. By the grace of her movements, by the softness and flexibility of her small limbs, and by a certain coyness and reserve of manner, she reminded one of a pretty, half-grown kitten which promises to become a beautiful little cat.

And there was a place and everything waiting for him in the Archives Department! He glanced at his cousin and the young lady visitor; and they were both regarding him with a smile of approbation. He has been here on leave and is taking Nicholas back with him. But I know I am no use anywhere except in the army; I am not a diplomat or a government clerk.

The little kitten, feasting her eyes on him, seemed ready at any moment to start her gambols again and display her kittenish nature. This Buonaparte has turned all their heads; they all think of how he rose from an ensign and became Emperor.

In the midst of his talk he glanced round at her. She gave him a passionately angry glance, and hardly able to restrain her tears and maintain the artificial smile on her lips, she got up and left the room. And yet really the anxiety is greater now than the joy. One is always, always anxious! Especially just at this age, so dangerous both for girls and boys. We have engaged an Italian to give her lessons.

I have heard that it harms the voice to train it at that age. Just fancy! She will come running to me of her own accord in the evening and tell me everything. Perhaps I spoil her, but really that seems the best plan.

With her elder sister I was stricter. He stood a little while before the glass, smiled, and walked toward the other door. She was experiencing a new and peculiar pleasure. It opened and Nicholas came in. How can you? Look here! How can you torture me and yourself like that, for a mere fancy? What is anyone in the world to me? You alone are everything! Here, here! She grew confused, glanced round, and, seeing the doll she had thrown down on one of the tubs, picked it up.

She caught the young officer by his cuffs, and a look of solemnity and fear appeared on her flushed face. Would you like to kiss me? Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips. Then she slipped down among the flowerpots on the other side of the tubs and stood, hanging her head.

In another four years She took his arm and with a happy face went with him into the adjoining sitting room. Go to the other girls, or But as she passed the sitting room she noticed two couples sitting, one pair at each window. She stopped and smiled scornfully. Though what she said was quite just, perhaps for that very reason no one replied, and the four simply looked at one another. She lingered in the room with the inkstand in her hand.

You have no heart! Madame de Genlis! Looking at her own handsome face she seemed to become still colder and calmer. Even in the country do we get any rest? Theatricals, hunting, and heaven knows what besides! I often wonder at you, Annette—how at your age you can rush off alone in a carriage to Moscow, to Petersburg, to those ministers and great people, and know how to deal with them all! How did you get things settled?

To whom did you apply? He was so kind. I expect he has forgotten me. His position has not turned his head at all. I am at your command. But, Nataly, you know my love for my son: I would do anything for his happiness!

I am in such a state I shall not be able to equip him. These rich grandees are so selfish. There will just be time. He has been to the house, you know, and danced with the children. Be sure to invite him, my dear.

Remember that, my dear, and be nice to him, as you so well know how to be. I am a relation. I shall not disturb him, my friend Please announce me. The mother smoothed the folds of her dyed silk dress before a large Venetian mirror in the wall, and in her trodden-down shoes briskly ascended the carpeted stairs. This was the celebrated Petersburg doctor, Lorrain. In what sad circumstances we meet again!

And how is our dear invalid? It is terrible to think Are you here on leave? A perfectly absurd and stupid fellow, and a gambler too, I am told. They are still young How priceless are those last moments!

It can make things no worse, and it is absolutely necessary to prepare him if he is so ill. I absolutely must see him, however painful it may be for me.

I am used to suffering. The doctors are expecting a crisis. Consider that the welfare of his soul is at stake. Ah, it is awful: the duties of a Christian The length of her body was strikingly out of proportion to her short legs.

They ask him to dinner. Here he is, and the count has not once asked for him. He shrugged his shoulders. Pierre, after all, had not managed to choose a career for himself in Petersburg, and had been expelled from there for riotous conduct and sent to Moscow. Pierre had taken part in tying a policeman to a bear. Entering the drawing room, where the princesses spent most of their time, he greeted the ladies, two of whom were sitting at embroidery frames while a third read aloud.

The two younger ones were embroidering: both were rosy and pretty and they differed only in that one had a little mole on her lip which made her much prettier. Pierre was received as if he were a corpse or a leper. The eldest princess paused in her reading and silently stared at him with frightened eyes; the second assumed precisely the same expression; while the youngest, the one with the mole, who was of a cheerful and lively disposition, bent over her frame to hide a smile probably evoked by the amusing scene she foresaw.

She drew her wool down through the canvas and, scarcely able to refrain from laughing, stooped as if trying to make out the pattern. Can I see him? If you wish to kill him, to kill him outright, you can see him Olga went out. You will let me know when I can see him. And he left the room, followed by the low but ringing laughter of the sister with the mole. The count is very, very ill, and you must not see him at all.

Since then Pierre had not been disturbed and had spent the whole time in his rooms upstairs. Pitt, as a traitor to the nation and to the rights of man, is sentenced to Pierre paused. Do you remember how we went to the Sparrow Hills with Madame Jacquot? I never knew any Madame Jacquot. One has so many relatives in Moscow! Of course. Well, now we know where we are. And what do you think of the Boulogne expedition? The English will come off badly, you know, if Napoleon gets across the Channel.

I think the expedition is quite feasible. Pierre was still afraid that this officer might inadvertently say something disconcerting to himself. Do you suppose I I know very well Perhaps you did not like it? I always make it a rule to speak out Well, what answer am I to take? What you have just said is good, very good. We have not met for such a long time You might think that I I understand, quite understand.

I am very glad to have made your acquaintance. He has not sent for me I am sorry for him as a man, but what can one do? After he had gone Pierre continued pacing up and down the room for a long time, no longer piercing an imaginary foe with his imaginary sword, but smiling at the remembrance of that pleasant, intelligent, and resolute young man. As often happens in early youth, especially to one who leads a lonely life, he felt an unaccountable tenderness for this young man and made up his mind that they would be friends.

She held a handkerchief to her eyes and her face was tearful. I will come and spend the night. He must not be left like this. Every moment is precious. Perhaps God will help me to find a way to prepare him! Adieu, Prince! May God support you At last she rang. I tasted it. He is worth it! He sat down by his wife, his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffling his gray hair. Do you wish it brought at once? Everything is possible. One would not know him, he is so ill! I was only there a few moments and hardly said a word The countess wept too.

They wept because they were friends, and because they were kindhearted, and because they—friends from childhood—had to think about such a base thing as money, and because their youth was over But those tears were pleasant to them both. The count took the gentlemen into his study and showed them his choice collection of Turkish pipes.

None of them had yet seen the manifesto, but they all knew it had appeared. The count sat on the sofa between two guests who were smoking and talking. He neither smoked nor talked, but bending his head first to one side and then to the other watched the smokers with evident pleasure and listened to the conversation of his two neighbors, whom he egged on against each other.

One of them was a sallow, clean-shaven civilian with a thin and wrinkled face, already growing old, though he was dressed like a most fashionable young man. He sat with his legs up on the sofa as if quite at home and, having stuck an amber mouthpiece far into his mouth, was inhaling the smoke spasmodically and screwing up his eyes.

He seemed to be condescending to his companion. The latter, a fresh, rosy officer of the Guards, irreproachably washed, brushed, and buttoned, held his pipe in the middle of his mouth and with red lips gently inhaled the smoke, letting it escape from his handsome mouth in rings.

His favorite occupation when not playing boston, a card game he was very fond of, was that of listener, especially when he succeeded in setting two loquacious talkers at one another. Berg always spoke quietly, politely, and with great precision. His conversation always related entirely to himself; he would remain calm and silent when the talk related to any topic that had no direct bearing on himself.

He could remain silent for hours without being at all put out of countenance himself or making others uncomfortable, but as soon as the conversation concerned himself he would begin to talk circumstantially and with evident satisfaction.

Then just think what can be done with two hundred and thirty rubles! The count burst out laughing. Berg, oblivious of irony or indifference, continued to explain how by exchanging into the Guards he had already gained a step on his old comrades of the Cadet Corps; how in wartime the company commander might get killed and he, as senior in the company, might easily succeed to the post; how popular he was with everyone in the regiment, and how satisfied his father was with him.

Berg evidently enjoyed narrating all this, and did not seem to suspect that others, too, might have their own interests. Berg smiled joyously. The count, followed by his guests, went into the drawing room. The host and hostess look toward the door, and now and then glance at one another, and the visitors try to guess from these glances who, or what, they are waiting for—some important relation who has not yet arrived, or a dish that is not yet ready.

Pierre had come just at dinnertime and was sitting awkwardly in the middle of the drawing room on the first chair he had come across, blocking the way for everyone. He was in the way and was the only one who did not notice the fact. Most of the guests, knowing of the affair with the bear, looked with curiosity at this big, stout, quiet man, wondering how such a clumsy, modest fellow could have played such a prank on a policeman.

The latter understood that she was being asked to entertain this young man, and sitting down beside him she began to speak about his father; but he answered her, as he had the countess, only in monosyllables. The other guests were all conversing with one another. It was charming You are very kind The countess rose and went into the ballroom. All the unmarried ladies and even the married ones except the very oldest rose.

Tall and stout, holding high her fifty-year-old head with its gray curls, she stood surveying the guests, and leisurely arranged her wide sleeves as if rolling them up. Nowhere to hunt with your dogs? But what is to be done, old man? Pierre approached, looking at her in a childlike way through his spectacles. All were silent, expectant of what was to follow, for this was clearly only a prelude.

My word! A fine lad! His father lies on his deathbed and he amuses himself setting a policeman astride a bear! For shame, sir, for shame! It would be better if you went to the war. She turned away and gave her hand to the count, who could hardly keep from laughing. After them other couples followed, filling the whole dining hall, and last of all the children, tutors, and governesses followed singly.

The footmen began moving about, chairs scraped, the band struck up in the gallery, and the guests settled down in their places. The countess in turn, without omitting her duties as hostess, threw significant glances from behind the pineapples at her husband whose face and bald head seemed by their redness to contrast more than usual with his gray hair. Pierre spoke little but examined the new faces, and ate a great deal.

Of the two soups he chose turtle with savory patties and went on to the game without omitting a single dish or one of the wines. The governess kept looking round uneasily as if preparing to resent any slight that might be put upon the children.

The German tutor was trying to remember all the dishes, wines, and kinds of dessert, in order to send a full description of the dinner to his people in Germany; and he felt greatly offended when the butler with a bottle wrapped in a napkin passed him by.

He frowned, trying to appear as if he did not want any of that wine, but was mortified because no one would understand that it was not to quench his thirst or from greediness that he wanted it, but simply from a conscientious desire for knowledge. The colonel told them that the declaration of war had already appeared in Petersburg and that a copy, which he had himself seen, had that day been forwarded by courier to the commander in chief. The colonel was a stout, tall, plethoric German, evidently devoted to the service and patriotically Russian.

He declares in ze manifessto zat he cannot fiew wiz indifference ze danger vreatening Russia and zat ze safety and dignity of ze Empire as vell as ze sanctity of its alliances Then with the unerring official memory that characterized him he repeated from the opening words of the manifesto:. And how do you, a young man and a young hussar, how do you judge of it? Do you think the French are here? My son is going. Her face suddenly flushed with reckless and joyous resolution.

She half rose, by a glance inviting Pierre, who sat opposite, to listen to what was coming, and turning to her mother:. What sweets are we going to have? The countess tried to frown, but could not. What kind? Before the ices, champagne was served round. The count, holding his cards fanwise, kept himself with difficulty from dropping into his usual after-dinner nap, and laughed at everything.

Julie by general request played first. She looked round and seeing that her friend was not in the room ran to look for her. What is it? What is the matter? I am not envious But Nicholas is my cousin And what for? What have I done to her?

I am so grateful to you that I would willingly sacrifice everything, only I have nothing And again she began to sob, more bitterly than before. Do you remember how we and Nicholas, all three of us, talked in the sitting room after supper? Why, we settled how everything was to be. And we are only second cousins, you know. You know I have told him all about it.

And he is so clever and so good! The little kitten brightened, its eyes shone, and it seemed ready to lift its tail, jump down on its soft paws, and begin playing with the ball of worsted as a kitten should. Then Nicholas sang a song he had just learned:. A day or two, then bliss unspoilt, But oh!

He had not finished the last verse before the young people began to get ready to dance in the large hall, and the sound of the feet and the coughing of the musicians were heard from the gallery. While the couples were arranging themselves and the musicians tuning up, Pierre sat down with his little partner.

She was sitting in a conspicuous place and talking to him like a grown-up lady. She had a fan in her hand that one of the ladies had given her to hold.

Assuming quite the pose of a society woman heaven knows when and where she had learned it she talked with her partner, fanning herself and smiling over the fan. Just look at her! They now, stretching themselves after sitting so long, and replacing their purses and pocketbooks, entered the ballroom.

Strictly speaking, Daniel Cooper was one figure of the anglaise. As soon as the provocatively gay strains of Daniel Cooper somewhat resembling those of a merry peasant dance began to sound, all the doorways of the ballroom were suddenly filled by the domestic serfs—the men on one side and the women on the other—who with beaming faces had come to see their master making merry.

A regular eagle he is! The count danced well and knew it. But his partner could not and did not want to dance well. Her enormous figure stood erect, her powerful arms hanging down she had handed her reticule to the countess , and only her stern but handsome face really joined in the dance.

The dance grew livelier and livelier. In the intervals of the dance the count, breathing deeply, waved and shouted to the musicians to play faster. Both partners stood still, breathing heavily and wiping their faces with their cambric handkerchiefs.

The doctors pronounced recovery impossible. After a mute confession, communion was administered to the dying man, preparations made for the sacrament of unction, and in his house there was the bustle and thrill of suspense usual at such moments. Outside the house, beyond the gates, a group of undertakers, who hid whenever a carriage drove up, waited in expectation of an important order for an expensive funeral. The magnificent reception room was crowded.

Everyone stood up respectfully when the Military Governor, having stayed about half an hour alone with the dying man, passed out, slightly acknowledging their bows and trying to escape as quickly as possible from the glances fixed on him by the doctors, clergy, and relatives of the family.

After sitting so for a while he rose, and, looking about him with frightened eyes, went with unusually hurried steps down the long corridor leading to the back of the house, to the room of the eldest princess.

The Military Governor himself? I hear the count no longer recognizes anyone. They wished to administer the sacrament of unction. The second princess had just come from the sickroom with her eyes red from weeping and sat down beside Dr. Lorrain, who was sitting in a graceful pose under a portrait of Catherine, leaning his elbow on a table.

The German doctor went up to Lorrain. In this room it was almost dark; only two tiny lamps were burning before the icons and there was a pleasant scent of flowers and burnt pastilles. The room was crowded with small pieces of furniture, whatnots, cupboards, and little tables. The quilt of a high, white feather bed was just visible behind a screen. A small dog began to bark. She rose and smoothed her hair, which was as usual so extremely smooth that it seemed to be made of one piece with her head and covered with varnish.

Then she shook her head and glanced up at the icons with a sigh. This might have been taken as an expression of sorrow and devotion, or of weariness and hope of resting before long. I am as worn out as a post horse, but still I must have a talk with you, Catiche, a very serious talk. His eyes too seemed strange; at one moment they looked impudently sly and at the next glanced round in alarm. One must think of the future, of all of you I love you all, like children of my own, as you know. The princess continued to look at him without moving, and with the same dull expression.

I know, I know how hard it is for you to talk or think of such matters. It is no easier for me; but, my dear, I am getting on for sixty and must be prepared for anything.

Do you know I have sent for Pierre? Pierre is illegitimate. The princess smiled as people do who think they know more about the subject under discussion than those they are talking with.

The only question is, has it been destroyed or not? Pierre will get everything as the legitimate son. You must know, my dear, whether the will and letter were written, and whether they have been destroyed or not.

And if they have somehow been overlooked, you ought to know where they are, and must find them, because There are your sisters I knew that I could expect nothing but meanness, deceit, envy, intrigue, and ingratitude—the blackest ingratitude—in this house I still believed in people, loved them, and sacrificed myself.

But only the base, the vile succeed! I know who has been intriguing! The princess wished to rise, but the prince held her by the hand. She had the air of one who has suddenly lost faith in the whole human race. She gave her companion an angry glance. You must remember, Catiche, that it was all done casually in a moment of anger, of illness, and was afterwards forgotten. Our duty, my dear, is to rectify his mistake, to ease his last moments by not letting him commit this injustice, and not to let him die feeling that he is rendering unhappy those who In this world one has to be cunning and cruel.

Tell me all you know about the will, and above all where it is. You must know. We will take it at once and show it to the count. He has, no doubt, forgotten it and will wish to destroy it.

You understand that my sole desire is conscientiously to carry out his wishes; that is my only reason for being here. I came simply to help him and you. I know who has been intriguing—I know! I know it was then he wrote this vile, infamous paper, but I thought the thing was invalid. Yes; if I have a sin, a great sin, it is hatred of that vile woman!

But I will give her a piece of my mind. The time will come! He noticed that they had not come to the front entrance but to the back door. While he was getting down from the carriage steps two men, who looked like tradespeople, ran hurriedly from the entrance and hid in the shadow of the wall.

Pausing for a moment, Pierre noticed several other men of the same kind hiding in the shadow of the house on both sides. She hurriedly ascended the narrow dimly lit stone staircase, calling to Pierre, who was lagging behind, to follow.

Halfway up the stairs they were almost knocked over by some men who, carrying pails, came running downstairs, their boots clattering. Forget the wrongs that may have been done you. Think that he is your father Trust yourself to me, Pierre. I shall not forget your interests.

This door led into a back anteroom. An old man, a servant of the princesses, sat in a corner knitting a stocking. Pierre had never been in this part of the house and did not even know of the existence of these rooms. It was one of those sumptuous but cold apartments known to Pierre only from the front approach, but even in this room there now stood an empty bath, and water had been spilled on the carpet.

They were met by a deacon with a censer and by a servant who passed out on tiptoe without heeding them. They went into the reception room familiar to Pierre, with two Italian windows opening into the conservatory, with its large bust and full length portrait of Catherine the Great.

The same people were still sitting here in almost the same positions as before, whispering to one another. With the air of a practical Petersburg lady she now, keeping Pierre close beside her, entered the room even more boldly than that afternoon. She felt that as she brought with her the person the dying man wished to see, her own admission was assured. Is there any hope? The doctor cast a rapid glance upwards and silently shrugged his shoulders.

To him, in a particularly respectful and tenderly sad voice, she said:. Pierre, having made up his mind to obey his monitress implicitly, moved toward the sofa she had indicated.

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