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"
I
am
expecting
you
,
Pierre
,
"
said
the
same
voice
,
but
gently
and
affectionately
.
The
postilion
started
,
the
carriage
wheels
rattled
.
Prince
Hippolyte
laughed
spasmodically
as
he
stood
in
the
porch
waiting
for
the
vicomte
whom
he
had
promised
to
take
home
.
"
Well
,
mon
cher
,
"
said
the
vicomte
,
having
seated
himself
beside
Hippolyte
in
the
carriage
,
"
your
little
princess
is
very
nice
,
very
nice
indeed
,
quite
French
,
"
and
he
kissed
the
tips
of
his
fingers
.
Hippolyte
burst
out
laughing
.
"
Do
you
know
,
you
are
a
terrible
chap
for
all
your
innocent
airs
,
"
continued
the
vicomte
.
"
I
pity
the
poor
husband
,
that
little
officer
who
gives
himself
the
airs
of
a
monarch
.
"
Hippolyte
spluttered
again
,
and
amid
his
laughter
said
,
"
And
you
were
saying
that
the
Russian
ladies
are
not
equal
to
the
French
?
One
has
to
know
how
to
deal
with
them
.
"
Pierre
reaching
the
house
first
went
into
Prince
Andrew
's
study
like
one
quite
at
home
,
and
from
habit
immediately
lay
down
on
the
sofa
,
took
from
the
shelf
the
first
book
that
came
to
his
hand
(
it
was
Caesar
's
Commentaries
)
,
and
resting
on
his
elbow
,
began
reading
it
in
the
middle
.
"
What
have
you
done
to
Mlle
Schérer
?
She
will
be
quite
ill
now
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
,
as
he
entered
the
study
,
rubbing
his
small
white
hands
.
Pierre
turned
his
whole
body
,
making
the
sofa
creak
.
He
lifted
his
eager
face
to
Prince
Andrew
,
smiled
,
and
waved
his
hand
.
"
That
abbé
is
very
interesting
but
he
does
not
see
the
thing
in
the
right
light
...
In
my
opinion
perpetual
peace
is
possible
but
--
I
do
not
know
how
to
express
it
...
not
by
a
balance
of
political
power
...
"
