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Nicholas
sighed
,
bit
his
mustache
,
and
laid
out
the
cards
for
a
patience
,
trying
to
divert
his
mother
's
attention
to
another
topic
.
The
same
conversation
was
repeated
next
day
and
the
day
after
,
and
the
day
after
that
.
After
her
visit
to
the
Rostóvs
and
her
unexpectedly
chilly
reception
by
Nicholas
,
Princess
Mary
confessed
to
herself
that
she
had
been
right
in
not
wishing
to
be
the
first
to
call
.
"
I
expected
nothing
else
,
"
she
told
herself
,
calling
her
pride
to
her
aid
.
"
I
have
nothing
to
do
with
him
and
I
only
wanted
to
see
the
old
lady
,
who
was
always
kind
to
me
and
to
whom
I
am
under
many
obligations
.
"
But
she
could
not
pacify
herself
with
these
reflections
;
a
feeling
akin
to
remorse
troubled
her
when
she
thought
of
her
visit
.
Though
she
had
firmly
resolved
not
to
call
on
the
Rostóvs
again
and
to
forget
the
whole
matter
,
she
felt
herself
all
the
time
in
an
awkward
position
.
And
when
she
asked
herself
what
distressed
her
,
she
had
to
admit
that
it
was
her
relation
to
Rostóv
.
His
cold
,
polite
manner
did
not
express
his
feeling
for
her
(
she
knew
that
)
but
it
concealed
something
,
and
until
she
could
discover
what
that
something
was
,
she
felt
that
she
could
not
be
at
ease
.
One
day
in
midwinter
when
sitting
in
the
schoolroom
attending
to
her
nephew
's
lessons
,
she
was
informed
that
Rostóv
had
called
.
With
a
firm
resolution
not
to
betray
herself
and
not
show
her
agitation
,
she
sent
for
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
and
went
with
her
to
the
drawing
room
.
Her
first
glance
at
Nicholas
'
face
told
her
that
he
had
only
come
to
fulfill
the
demands
of
politeness
,
and
she
firmly
resolved
to
maintain
the
tone
in
which
he
addressed
her
.
They
spoke
of
the
countess
'
health
,
of
their
mutual
friends
,
of
the
latest
war
news
,
and
when
the
ten
minutes
required
by
propriety
had
elapsed
after
which
a
visitor
may
rise
,
Nicholas
got
up
to
say
good-by
.
With
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
's
help
the
princess
had
maintained
the
conversation
very
well
,
but
at
the
very
last
moment
,
just
when
he
rose
,
she
was
so
tired
of
talking
of
what
did
not
interest
her
,
and
her
mind
was
so
full
of
the
question
why
she
alone
was
granted
so
little
happiness
in
life
,
that
in
a
fit
of
absent-mindedness
she
sat
still
,
her
luminous
eyes
gazing
fixedly
before
her
,
not
noticing
that
he
had
risen
.
Nicholas
glanced
at
her
and
,
wishing
to
appear
not
to
notice
her
abstraction
,
made
some
remark
to
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
and
then
again
looked
at
the
princess
.
She
still
sat
motionless
with
a
look
of
suffering
on
her
gentle
face
.
He
suddenly
felt
sorry
for
her
and
was
vaguely
conscious
that
he
might
be
the
cause
of
the
sadness
her
face
expressed
.
He
wished
to
help
her
and
say
something
pleasant
,
but
could
think
of
nothing
to
say
.
