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The
third
interruption
came
when
Prince
Andrew
was
finishing
his
description
.
The
old
man
began
to
sing
,
in
the
cracked
voice
of
old
age
:
"
Malbrook
s
'
en
va-t-en
guerre
.
Dieu
sait
quand
reviendra
.
"
*
*
"
Marlborough
is
going
to
the
wars
;
God
knows
when
he
'll
return
.
"
His
son
only
smiled
"
I
do
n't
say
it
's
a
plan
I
approve
of
,
"
said
the
son
;
"
I
am
only
telling
you
what
it
is
.
Napoleon
has
also
formed
his
plan
by
now
,
not
worse
than
this
one
.
"
"
Well
,
you
've
told
me
nothing
new
,
"
and
the
old
man
repeated
,
meditatively
and
rapidly
:
"
Dieu
sait
quand
reviendra
.
Go
to
the
dining
room
.
"
At
the
appointed
hour
the
prince
,
powdered
and
shaven
,
entered
the
dining
room
where
his
daughter-in-law
,
Princess
Mary
,
and
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
were
already
awaiting
him
together
with
his
architect
,
who
by
a
strange
caprice
of
his
employer
's
was
admitted
to
table
though
the
position
of
that
insignificant
individual
was
such
as
could
certainly
not
have
caused
him
to
expect
that
honor
.
The
prince
,
who
generally
kept
very
strictly
to
social
distinctions
and
rarely
admitted
even
important
government
officials
to
his
table
,
had
unexpectedly
selected
Michael
Ivánovich
(
who
always
went
into
a
corner
to
blow
his
nose
on
his
checked
handkerchief
)
to
illustrate
the
theory
that
all
men
are
equals
,
and
had
more
than
once
impressed
on
his
daughter
that
Michael
Ivánovich
was
"
not
a
whit
worse
than
you
or
I.
"
At
dinner
the
prince
usually
spoke
to
the
taciturn
Michael
Ivánovich
more
often
than
to
anyone
else
.
In
the
dining
room
,
which
like
all
the
rooms
in
the
house
was
exceedingly
lofty
,
the
members
of
the
household
and
the
footmen
--
one
behind
each
chair
--
stood
waiting
for
the
prince
to
enter
.
The
head
butler
,
napkin
on
arm
,
was
scanning
the
setting
of
the
table
,
making
signs
to
the
footmen
,
and
anxiously
glancing
from
the
clock
to
the
door
by
which
the
prince
was
to
enter
.
Prince
Andrew
was
looking
at
a
large
gilt
frame
,
new
to
him
,
containing
the
genealogical
tree
of
the
Princes
Bolkónski
,
opposite
which
hung
another
such
frame
with
a
badly
painted
portrait
(
evidently
by
the
hand
of
the
artist
belonging
to
the
estate
)
of
a
ruling
prince
,
in
a
crown
--
an
alleged
descendant
of
Rúrik
and
ancestor
of
the
Bolkónskis
.
Prince
Andrew
,
looking
again
at
that
genealogical
tree
,
shook
his
head
,
laughing
as
a
man
laughs
who
looks
at
a
portrait
so
characteristic
of
the
original
as
to
be
amusing
.
