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On
the
morning
of
the
day
that
the
young
couple
were
to
arrive
,
Princess
Mary
entered
the
antechamber
as
usual
at
the
time
appointed
for
the
morning
greeting
,
crossing
herself
with
trepidation
and
repeating
a
silent
prayer
.
Every
morning
she
came
in
like
that
,
and
every
morning
prayed
that
the
daily
interview
might
pass
off
well
.
An
old
powdered
manservant
who
was
sitting
in
the
antechamber
rose
quietly
and
said
in
a
whisper
:
"
Please
walk
in
.
"
Through
the
door
came
the
regular
hum
of
a
lathe
.
The
princess
timidly
opened
the
door
which
moved
noiselessly
and
easily
.
She
paused
at
the
entrance
.
The
prince
was
working
at
the
lathe
and
after
glancing
round
continued
his
work
.
The
enormous
study
was
full
of
things
evidently
in
constant
use
.
The
large
table
covered
with
books
and
plans
,
the
tall
glass-fronted
bookcases
with
keys
in
the
locks
,
the
high
desk
for
writing
while
standing
up
,
on
which
lay
an
open
exercise
book
,
and
the
lathe
with
tools
laid
ready
to
hand
and
shavings
scattered
around
--
all
indicated
continuous
,
varied
,
and
orderly
activity
.
The
motion
of
the
small
foot
shod
in
a
Tartar
boot
embroidered
with
silver
,
and
the
firm
pressure
of
the
lean
sinewy
hand
,
showed
that
the
prince
still
possessed
the
tenacious
endurance
and
vigor
of
hardy
old
age
.
After
a
few
more
turns
of
the
lathe
he
removed
his
foot
from
the
pedal
,
wiped
his
chisel
,
dropped
it
into
a
leather
pouch
attached
to
the
lathe
,
and
,
approaching
the
table
,
summoned
his
daughter
.
He
never
gave
his
children
a
blessing
,
so
he
simply
held
out
his
bristly
cheek
(
as
yet
unshaven
)
and
,
regarding
her
tenderly
and
attentively
,
said
severely
:
"
Quite
well
?
All
right
then
,
sit
down
.
"
He
took
the
exercise
book
containing
lessons
in
geometry
written
by
himself
and
drew
up
a
chair
with
his
foot
.
"
For
tomorrow
!
"
said
he
,
quickly
finding
the
page
and
making
a
scratch
from
one
paragraph
to
another
with
his
hard
nail
.
The
princess
bent
over
the
exercise
book
on
the
table
.
"
Wait
a
bit
,
here
's
a
letter
for
you
,
"
said
the
old
man
suddenly
,
taking
a
letter
addressed
in
a
woman
's
hand
from
a
bag
hanging
above
the
table
,
onto
which
he
threw
it
.
At
the
sight
of
the
letter
red
patches
showed
themselves
on
the
princess
'
face
.
She
took
it
quickly
and
bent
her
head
over
it
.
