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He
drew
up
his
chair
,
and
continued
to
explain
.
"
This
wo
n't
do
,
Princess
;
it
wo
n't
do
,
"
said
he
,
when
Princess
Mary
,
having
taken
and
closed
the
exercise
book
with
the
next
day
's
lesson
,
was
about
to
leave
:
"
Mathematics
are
most
important
,
madam
!
I
do
n't
want
to
have
you
like
our
silly
ladies
.
Get
used
to
it
and
you
'll
like
it
,
"
and
he
patted
her
cheek
.
"
It
will
drive
all
the
nonsense
out
of
your
head
.
"
She
turned
to
go
,
but
he
stopped
her
with
a
gesture
and
took
an
uncut
book
from
the
high
desk
.
"
Here
is
some
sort
of
Key
to
the
Mysteries
that
your
Héloïse
has
sent
you
.
Religious
!
I
do
n't
interfere
with
anyone
's
belief
...
I
have
looked
at
it
.
Take
it
.
Well
,
now
go
.
Go
.
"
He
patted
her
on
the
shoulder
and
himself
closed
the
door
after
her
.
Princess
Mary
went
back
to
her
room
with
the
sad
,
scared
expression
that
rarely
left
her
and
which
made
her
plain
,
sickly
face
yet
plainer
.
She
sat
down
at
her
writing
table
,
on
which
stood
miniature
portraits
and
which
was
littered
with
books
and
papers
.
The
princess
was
as
untidy
as
her
father
was
tidy
.
She
put
down
the
geometry
book
and
eagerly
broke
the
seal
of
her
letter
.
It
was
from
her
most
intimate
friend
from
childhood
;
that
same
Julie
Karágina
who
had
been
at
the
Rostóvs
'
name-day
party
.
Julie
wrote
in
French
:
Dear
and
precious
Friend
,
How
terrible
and
frightful
a
thing
is
separation
!
Though
I
tell
myself
that
half
my
life
and
half
my
happiness
are
wrapped
up
in
you
,
and
that
in
spite
of
the
distance
separating
us
our
hearts
are
united
by
indissoluble
bonds
,
my
heart
rebels
against
fate
and
in
spite
of
the
pleasures
and
distractions
around
me
I
can
not
overcome
a
certain
secret
sorrow
that
has
been
in
my
heart
ever
since
we
parted
.
Why
are
we
not
together
as
we
were
last
summer
,
in
your
big
study
,
on
the
blue
sofa
,
the
confidential
sofa
?
Why
can
not
I
now
,
as
three
months
ago
,
draw
fresh
moral
strength
from
your
look
,
so
gentle
,
calm
,
and
penetrating
,
a
look
I
loved
so
well
and
seem
to
see
before
me
as
I
write
?
Having
read
thus
far
,
Princess
Mary
sighed
and
glanced
into
the
mirror
which
stood
on
her
right
.
It
reflected
a
weak
,
ungraceful
figure
and
thin
face
.
Her
eyes
,
always
sad
,
now
looked
with
particular
hopelessness
at
her
reflection
in
the
glass
.
"
She
flatters
me
,
"
thought
the
princess
,
turning
away
and
continuing
to
read
.
But
Julie
did
not
flatter
her
friend
,
the
princess
'
eyes
--
large
,
deep
and
luminous
(
it
seemed
as
if
at
times
there
radiated
from
them
shafts
of
warm
light
)
--
were
so
beautiful
that
very
often
in
spite
of
the
plainness
of
her
face
they
gave
her
an
attraction
more
powerful
than
that
of
beauty
.
