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Though
it
was
unintelligible
why
he
had
told
it
,
or
why
it
had
to
be
told
in
Russian
,
still
Anna
Pávlovna
and
the
others
appreciated
Prince
Hippolyte
's
social
tact
in
so
agreeably
ending
Pierre
's
unpleasant
and
unamiable
outburst
.
After
the
anecdote
the
conversation
broke
up
into
insignificant
small
talk
about
the
last
and
next
balls
,
about
theatricals
,
and
who
would
meet
whom
,
and
when
and
where
.
Having
thanked
Anna
Pávlovna
for
her
charming
soiree
,
the
guests
began
to
take
their
leave
.
Pierre
was
ungainly
.
Stout
,
about
the
average
height
,
broad
,
with
huge
red
hands
;
he
did
not
know
,
as
the
saying
is
,
how
to
enter
a
drawing
room
and
still
less
how
to
leave
one
;
that
is
,
how
to
say
something
particularly
agreeable
before
going
away
.
Besides
this
he
was
absent-minded
.
When
he
rose
to
go
,
he
took
up
instead
of
his
own
,
the
general
's
three-cornered
hat
,
and
held
it
,
pulling
at
the
plume
,
till
the
general
asked
him
to
restore
it
.
All
his
absent-mindedness
and
inability
to
enter
a
room
and
converse
in
it
was
,
however
,
redeemed
by
his
kindly
,
simple
,
and
modest
expression
.
Anna
Pávlovna
turned
toward
him
and
,
with
a
Christian
mildness
that
expressed
forgiveness
of
his
indiscretion
,
nodded
and
said
:
"
I
hope
to
see
you
again
,
but
I
also
hope
you
will
change
your
opinions
,
my
dear
Monsieur
Pierre
.
"
When
she
said
this
,
he
did
not
reply
and
only
bowed
,
but
again
everybody
saw
his
smile
,
which
said
nothing
,
unless
perhaps
,
"
Opinions
are
opinions
,
but
you
see
what
a
capital
,
good-natured
fellow
I
am
.
"
And
everyone
,
including
Anna
Pávlovna
,
felt
this
.
Prince
Andrew
had
gone
out
into
the
hall
,
and
,
turning
his
shoulders
to
the
footman
who
was
helping
him
on
with
his
cloak
,
listened
indifferently
to
his
wife
's
chatter
with
Prince
Hippolyte
who
had
also
come
into
the
hall
.
Prince
Hippolyte
stood
close
to
the
pretty
,
pregnant
princess
,
and
stared
fixedly
at
her
through
his
eyeglass
.
"
Go
in
,
Annette
,
or
you
will
catch
cold
,
"
said
the
little
princess
,
taking
leave
of
Anna
Pávlovna
.
"
It
is
settled
,
"
she
added
in
a
low
voice
.
Anna
Pávlovna
had
already
managed
to
speak
to
Lise
about
the
match
she
contemplated
between
Anatole
and
the
little
princess
'
sister-in-law
.
"
I
rely
on
you
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Anna
Pávlovna
,
also
in
a
low
tone
.
"
Write
to
her
and
let
me
know
how
her
father
looks
at
the
matter
.
Au
revoir
!
"
--
and
she
left
the
hall
.
Prince
Hippolyte
approached
the
little
princess
and
,
bending
his
face
close
to
her
,
began
to
whisper
something
.
