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"
Listen
to
me
,
Prince
,
"
said
she
.
"
I
have
never
yet
asked
you
for
anything
and
I
never
will
again
,
nor
have
I
ever
reminded
you
of
my
father
's
friendship
for
you
;
but
now
I
entreat
you
for
God
's
sake
to
do
this
for
my
son
--
and
I
shall
always
regard
you
as
a
benefactor
,
"
she
added
hurriedly
.
"
No
,
do
n't
be
angry
,
but
promise
!
I
have
asked
Golítsyn
and
he
has
refused
.
Be
the
kindhearted
man
you
always
were
,
"
she
said
,
trying
to
smile
though
tears
were
in
her
eyes
.
"
Papa
,
we
shall
be
late
,
"
said
Princess
Hélène
,
turning
her
beautiful
head
and
looking
over
her
classically
molded
shoulder
as
she
stood
waiting
by
the
door
.
Influence
in
society
,
however
,
is
a
capital
which
has
to
be
economized
if
it
is
to
last
.
Prince
Vasíli
knew
this
,
and
having
once
realized
that
if
he
asked
on
behalf
of
all
who
begged
of
him
,
he
would
soon
be
unable
to
ask
for
himself
,
he
became
chary
of
using
his
influence
.
But
in
Princess
Drubetskáya
's
case
he
felt
,
after
her
second
appeal
,
something
like
qualms
of
conscience
.
She
had
reminded
him
of
what
was
quite
true
;
he
had
been
indebted
to
her
father
for
the
first
steps
in
his
career
.
Moreover
,
he
could
see
by
her
manners
that
she
was
one
of
those
women
--
mostly
mothers
--
who
,
having
once
made
up
their
minds
,
will
not
rest
until
they
have
gained
their
end
,
and
are
prepared
if
necessary
to
go
on
insisting
day
after
day
and
hour
after
hour
,
and
even
to
make
scenes
.
This
last
consideration
moved
him
.
"
My
dear
Anna
Mikháylovna
,
"
said
he
with
his
usual
familiarity
and
weariness
of
tone
,
"
it
is
almost
impossible
for
me
to
do
what
you
ask
;
but
to
prove
my
devotion
to
you
and
how
I
respect
your
father
's
memory
,
I
will
do
the
impossible
--
your
son
shall
be
transferred
to
the
Guards
.
Here
is
my
hand
on
it
.
Are
you
satisfied
?
"
"
My
dear
benefactor
!
This
is
what
I
expected
from
you
--
I
knew
your
kindness
!
"
He
turned
to
go
.
"
Wait
--
just
a
word
!
When
he
has
been
transferred
to
the
Guards
...
"
she
faltered
.
"
You
are
on
good
terms
with
Michael
Ilariónovich
Kutúzov
...
recommend
Borís
to
him
as
adjutant
!
Then
I
shall
be
at
rest
,
and
then
...
"
Prince
Vasíli
smiled
.
"
No
,
I
wo
n't
promise
that
.
You
do
n't
know
how
Kutúzov
is
pestered
since
his
appointment
as
Commander
in
Chief
.
He
told
me
himself
that
all
the
Moscow
ladies
have
conspired
to
give
him
all
their
sons
as
adjutants
.
"
"
No
,
but
do
promise
!
I
wo
n't
let
you
go
!
My
dear
benefactor
...
"
