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Her
lip
descended
.
She
brought
her
face
close
to
her
sister-in-law
's
and
unexpectedly
again
began
to
cry
.
"
She
needs
rest
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
with
a
frown
.
"
Do
n't
you
,
Lise
?
Take
her
to
your
room
and
I
'll
go
to
Father
.
How
is
he
?
Just
the
same
?
"
"
Yes
,
just
the
same
.
Though
I
do
n't
know
what
your
opinion
will
be
,
"
answered
the
princess
joyfully
.
"
And
are
the
hours
the
same
?
And
the
walks
in
the
avenues
?
And
the
lathe
?
"
asked
Prince
Andrew
with
a
scarcely
perceptible
smile
which
showed
that
,
in
spite
of
all
his
love
and
respect
for
his
father
,
he
was
aware
of
his
weaknesses
.
"
The
hours
are
the
same
,
and
the
lathe
,
and
also
the
mathematics
and
my
geometry
lessons
,
"
said
Princess
Mary
gleefully
,
as
if
her
lessons
in
geometry
were
among
the
greatest
delights
of
her
life
.
When
the
twenty
minutes
had
elapsed
and
the
time
had
come
for
the
old
prince
to
get
up
,
Tíkhon
came
to
call
the
young
prince
to
his
father
.
The
old
man
made
a
departure
from
his
usual
routine
in
honor
of
his
son
's
arrival
:
he
gave
orders
to
admit
him
to
his
apartments
while
he
dressed
for
dinner
.
The
old
prince
always
dressed
in
old-fashioned
style
,
wearing
an
antique
coat
and
powdered
hair
;
and
when
Prince
Andrew
entered
his
father
's
dressing
room
(
not
with
the
contemptuous
look
and
manner
he
wore
in
drawing
rooms
,
but
with
the
animated
face
with
which
he
talked
to
Pierre
)
,
the
old
man
was
sitting
on
a
large
leather-covered
chair
,
wrapped
in
a
powdering
mantle
,
entrusting
his
head
to
Tíkhon
.
"
Ah
!
here
's
the
warrior
!
Wants
to
vanquish
Buonaparte
?
"
said
the
old
man
,
shaking
his
powdered
head
as
much
as
the
tail
,
which
Tíkhon
was
holding
fast
to
plait
,
would
allow
.
"
You
at
least
must
tackle
him
properly
,
or
else
if
he
goes
on
like
this
he
'll
soon
have
us
,
too
,
for
his
subjects
!
How
are
you
?
"
And
he
held
out
his
cheek
.
The
old
man
was
in
a
good
temper
after
his
nap
before
dinner
.
(
He
used
to
say
that
a
nap
"
after
dinner
was
silver
--
before
dinner
,
golden
.
"
)
He
cast
happy
,
sidelong
glances
at
his
son
from
under
his
thick
,
bushy
eyebrows
.
Prince
Andrew
went
up
and
kissed
his
father
on
the
spot
indicated
to
him
.
He
made
no
reply
on
his
father
's
favorite
topic
--
making
fun
of
the
military
men
of
the
day
,
and
more
particularly
of
Bonaparte
.
"
Yes
,
Father
,
I
have
come
to
you
and
brought
my
wife
who
is
pregnant
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
,
following
every
movement
of
his
father
's
face
with
an
eager
and
respectful
look
.
"
How
is
your
health
?
"
