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"
Let
us
go
to
her
,
I
must
say
good-by
.
Or
--
go
and
wake
and
I
'll
come
in
a
moment
.
Petrúshka
!
"
he
called
to
his
valet
:
"
Come
here
,
take
these
away
.
Put
this
on
the
seat
and
this
to
the
right
.
"
Princess
Mary
rose
and
moved
to
the
door
,
then
stopped
and
said
:
"
Andrew
,
if
you
had
faith
you
would
have
turned
to
God
and
asked
Him
to
give
you
the
love
you
do
not
feel
,
and
your
prayer
would
have
been
answered
.
"
"
Well
,
maybe
!
"
said
Prince
Andrew
.
"
Go
,
Másha
;
I
'll
come
immediately
.
"
On
the
way
to
his
sister
's
room
,
in
the
passage
which
connected
one
wing
with
the
other
,
Prince
Andrew
met
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
smiling
sweetly
.
It
was
the
third
time
that
day
that
,
with
an
ecstatic
and
artless
smile
,
she
had
met
him
in
secluded
passages
.
"
Oh
!
I
thought
you
were
in
your
room
,
"
she
said
,
for
some
reason
blushing
and
dropping
her
eyes
.
Prince
Andrew
looked
sternly
at
her
and
an
expression
of
anger
suddenly
came
over
his
face
.
He
said
nothing
to
her
but
looked
at
her
forehead
and
hair
,
without
looking
at
her
eyes
,
with
such
contempt
that
the
Frenchwoman
blushed
and
went
away
without
a
word
.
When
he
reached
his
sister
's
room
his
wife
was
already
awake
and
her
merry
voice
,
hurrying
one
word
after
another
,
came
through
the
open
door
.
She
was
speaking
as
usual
in
French
,
and
as
if
after
long
self-restraint
she
wished
to
make
up
for
lost
time
.
"
No
,
but
imagine
the
old
Countess
Zúbova
,
with
false
curls
and
her
mouth
full
of
false
teeth
,
as
if
she
were
trying
to
cheat
old
age
...
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
Mary
!
"
This
very
sentence
about
Countess
Zúbova
and
this
same
laugh
Prince
Andrew
had
already
heard
from
his
wife
in
the
presence
of
others
some
five
times
.
He
entered
the
room
softly
.
The
little
princess
,
plump
and
rosy
,
was
sitting
in
an
easy
chair
with
her
work
in
her
hands
,
talking
incessantly
,
repeating
Petersburg
reminiscences
and
even
phrases
.
Prince
Andrew
came
up
,
stroked
her
hair
,
and
asked
if
she
felt
rested
after
their
journey
.
She
answered
him
and
continued
her
chatter
.
The
coach
with
six
horses
was
waiting
at
the
porch
.
It
was
an
autumn
night
,
so
dark
that
the
coachman
could
not
see
the
carriage
pole
.
Servants
with
lanterns
were
bustling
about
in
the
porch
.
The
immense
house
was
brilliant
with
lights
shining
through
its
lofty
windows
.
The
domestic
serfs
were
crowding
in
the
hall
,
waiting
to
bid
good-by
to
the
young
prince
.
The
members
of
the
household
were
all
gathered
in
the
reception
hall
:
Michael
Ivánovich
,
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
Princess
Mary
,
and
the
little
princess
.
Prince
Andrew
had
been
called
to
his
father
's
study
as
the
latter
wished
to
say
good-by
to
him
alone
.
All
were
waiting
for
them
to
come
out
.
When
Prince
Andrew
entered
the
study
the
old
man
in
his
old-age
spectacles
and
white
dressing
gown
,
in
which
he
received
no
one
but
his
son
,
sat
at
the
table
writing
.
He
glanced
round
.
