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"
You
know
Sónya
,
my
cousin
?
I
love
her
,
and
promised
to
marry
her
,
and
will
do
so
...
So
you
see
there
can
be
no
question
about
--
"
said
Nicholas
incoherently
and
blushing
"
My
dear
boy
,
what
a
way
to
look
at
it
!
You
know
Sónya
has
nothing
and
you
yourself
say
your
Papa
's
affairs
are
in
a
very
bad
way
.
And
what
about
your
mother
?
It
would
kill
her
,
that
's
one
thing
.
And
what
sort
of
life
would
it
be
for
Sónya
--
if
she
's
a
girl
with
a
heart
?
Your
mother
in
despair
,
and
you
all
ruined
...
No
,
my
dear
,
you
and
Sónya
ought
to
understand
that
.
"
Nicholas
remained
silent
.
It
comforted
him
to
hear
these
arguments
.
"
All
the
same
,
Aunt
,
it
is
impossible
,
"
he
rejoined
with
a
sigh
,
after
a
short
pause
.
"
Besides
,
would
the
princess
have
me
?
And
besides
,
she
is
now
in
mourning
.
How
can
one
think
of
it
!
"
"
But
you
do
n't
suppose
I
'm
going
to
get
you
married
at
once
?
There
is
always
a
right
way
of
doing
things
,
"
replied
the
governor
's
wife
.
"
What
a
matchmaker
you
are
,
Aunt
...
"
said
Nicholas
,
kissing
her
plump
little
hand
.
On
reaching
Moscow
after
her
meeting
with
Rostóv
,
Princess
Mary
had
found
her
nephew
there
with
his
tutor
,
and
a
letter
from
Prince
Andrew
giving
her
instructions
how
to
get
to
her
Aunt
Malvíntseva
at
Vorónezh
.
That
feeling
akin
to
temptation
which
had
tormented
her
during
her
father
's
illness
,
since
his
death
,
and
especially
since
her
meeting
with
Rostóv
was
smothered
by
arrangements
for
the
journey
,
anxiety
about
her
brother
,
settling
in
a
new
house
,
meeting
new
people
,
and
attending
to
her
nephew
's
education
.
She
was
sad
.
Now
,
after
a
month
passed
in
quiet
surroundings
,
she
felt
more
and
more
deeply
the
loss
of
her
father
which
was
associated
in
her
mind
with
the
ruin
of
Russia
.
She
was
agitated
and
incessantly
tortured
by
the
thought
of
the
dangers
to
which
her
brother
,
the
only
intimate
person
now
remaining
to
her
,
was
exposed
.
She
was
worried
too
about
her
nephew
's
education
for
which
she
had
always
felt
herself
incompetent
,
but
in
the
depths
of
her
soul
she
felt
at
peace
--
a
peace
arising
from
consciousness
of
having
stifled
those
personal
dreams
and
hopes
that
had
been
on
the
point
of
awakening
within
her
and
were
related
to
her
meeting
with
Rostóv
.
The
day
after
her
party
the
governor
's
wife
came
to
see
Malvíntseva
and
,
after
discussing
her
plan
with
the
aunt
,
remarked
that
though
under
present
circumstances
a
formal
betrothal
was
,
of
course
,
not
to
be
thought
of
,
all
the
same
the
young
people
might
be
brought
together
and
could
get
to
know
one
another
.
Malvíntseva
expressed
approval
,
and
the
governor
's
wife
began
to
speak
of
Rostóv
in
Mary
's
presence
,
praising
him
and
telling
how
he
had
blushed
when
Princess
Mary
's
name
was
mentioned
.
But
Princess
Mary
experienced
a
painful
rather
than
a
joyful
feeling
--
her
mental
tranquillity
was
destroyed
,
and
desires
,
doubts
,
self-reproach
,
and
hopes
reawoke
.
During
the
two
days
that
elapsed
before
Rostóv
called
,
Princess
Mary
continually
thought
of
how
she
ought
to
behave
to
him
.
First
she
decided
not
to
come
to
the
drawing
room
when
he
called
to
see
her
aunt
--
that
it
would
not
be
proper
for
her
,
in
her
deep
mourning
,
to
receive
visitors
;
then
she
thought
this
would
be
rude
after
what
he
had
done
for
her
;
then
it
occurred
to
her
that
her
aunt
and
the
governor
's
wife
had
intentions
concerning
herself
and
Rostóv
--
their
looks
and
words
at
times
seemed
to
confirm
this
supposition
--
then
she
told
herself
that
only
she
,
with
her
sinful
nature
,
could
think
this
of
them
:
they
could
not
forget
that
situated
as
she
was
,
while
still
wearing
deep
mourning
,
such
matchmaking
would
be
an
insult
to
her
and
to
her
father
's
memory
.
Assuming
that
she
did
go
down
to
see
him
,
Princess
Mary
imagined
the
words
he
would
say
to
her
and
what
she
would
say
to
him
,
and
these
words
sometimes
seemed
undeservedly
cold
and
then
to
mean
too
much
.
More
than
anything
she
feared
lest
the
confusion
she
felt
might
overwhelm
her
and
betray
her
as
soon
as
she
saw
him
.
