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She
paused
,
as
women
always
do
,
expecting
something
after
they
have
mentioned
their
age
.
"
If
you
marry
it
will
be
a
different
thing
,
"
she
continued
,
uniting
them
both
in
one
glance
.
Pierre
did
not
look
at
Hélène
nor
she
at
him
.
But
she
was
just
as
terribly
close
to
him
.
He
muttered
something
and
colored
.
When
he
got
home
he
could
not
sleep
for
a
long
time
for
thinking
of
what
had
happened
.
What
had
happened
?
Nothing
.
He
had
merely
understood
that
the
woman
he
had
known
as
a
child
,
of
whom
when
her
beauty
was
mentioned
he
had
said
absent-mindedly
:
"
Yes
,
she
's
good
looking
,
"
he
had
understood
that
this
woman
might
belong
to
him
.
"
But
she
's
stupid
.
I
have
myself
said
she
is
stupid
,
"
he
thought
.
"
There
is
something
nasty
,
something
wrong
,
in
the
feeling
she
excites
in
me
.
I
have
been
told
that
her
brother
Anatole
was
in
love
with
her
and
she
with
him
,
that
there
was
quite
a
scandal
and
that
that
's
why
he
was
sent
away
.
Hippolyte
is
her
brother
...
Prince
Vasíli
is
her
father
...
It
's
bad
...
"
he
reflected
,
but
while
he
was
thinking
this
(
the
reflection
was
still
incomplete
)
,
he
caught
himself
smiling
and
was
conscious
that
another
line
of
thought
had
sprung
up
,
and
while
thinking
of
her
worthlessness
he
was
also
dreaming
of
how
she
would
be
his
wife
,
how
she
would
love
him
become
quite
different
,
and
how
all
he
had
thought
and
heard
of
her
might
be
false
.
And
he
again
saw
her
not
as
the
daughter
of
Prince
Vasíli
,
but
visualized
her
whole
body
only
veiled
by
its
gray
dress
.
"
But
no
!
Why
did
this
thought
never
occur
to
me
before
?
"
and
again
he
told
himself
that
it
was
impossible
,
that
there
would
be
something
unnatural
,
and
as
it
seemed
to
him
dishonorable
,
in
this
marriage
.
He
recalled
her
former
words
and
looks
and
the
words
and
looks
of
those
who
had
seen
them
together
He
recalled
Anna
Pávlovna
's
words
and
looks
when
she
spoke
to
him
about
his
house
,
recalled
thousands
of
such
hints
from
Prince
Vasíli
and
others
,
and
was
seized
by
terror
lest
he
had
already
,
in
some
way
,
bound
himself
to
do
something
that
was
evidently
wrong
and
that
he
ought
not
to
do
.
But
at
the
very
time
he
was
expressing
this
conviction
to
himself
,
in
another
part
of
his
mind
her
image
rose
in
all
its
womanly
beauty
.
In
November
,
1805
,
Prince
Vasíli
had
to
go
on
a
tour
of
inspection
in
four
different
provinces
.
He
had
arranged
this
for
himself
so
as
to
visit
his
neglected
estates
at
the
same
time
and
pick
up
his
son
Anatole
where
his
regiment
was
stationed
,
and
take
him
to
visit
Prince
Nicholas
Bolkónski
in
order
to
arrange
a
match
for
him
with
the
daughter
of
that
rich
old
man
.
But
before
leaving
home
and
undertaking
these
new
affairs
,
Prince
Vasíli
had
to
settle
matters
with
Pierre
,
who
,
it
is
true
,
had
latterly
spent
whole
days
at
home
,
that
is
,
in
Prince
Vasíli
's
house
where
he
was
staying
,
and
had
been
absurd
,
excited
,
and
foolish
in
Hélène
's
presence
(
as
a
lover
should
be
)
,
but
had
not
yet
proposed
to
her
.
"
This
is
all
very
fine
,
but
things
must
be
settled
,
"
said
Prince
Vasíli
to
himself
,
with
a
sorrowful
sigh
,
one
morning
,
feeling
that
Pierre
who
was
under
such
obligations
to
him
(
"
But
never
mind
that
"
)
was
not
behaving
very
well
in
this
matter
.
"
Youth
,
frivolity
...
well
,
God
be
with
him
,
"
thought
he
,
relishing
his
own
goodness
of
heart
,
"
but
it
must
be
brought
to
a
head
.
The
day
after
tomorrow
will
be
Lëlya
's
name
day
.
I
will
invite
two
or
three
people
,
and
if
he
does
not
understand
what
he
ought
to
do
then
it
will
be
my
affair
--
yes
,
my
affair
.
I
am
her
father
.
"
Six
weeks
after
Anna
Pávlovna
's
"
At
Home
"
and
after
the
sleepless
night
when
he
had
decided
that
to
marry
Hélène
would
be
a
calamity
and
that
he
ought
to
avoid
her
and
go
away
,
Pierre
,
despite
that
decision
,
had
not
left
Prince
Vasíli
's
and
felt
with
terror
that
in
people
's
eyes
he
was
every
day
more
and
more
connected
with
her
,
that
it
was
impossible
for
him
to
return
to
his
former
conception
of
her
,
that
he
could
not
break
away
from
her
,
and
that
though
it
would
be
a
terrible
thing
he
would
have
to
unite
his
fate
with
hers
.
He
might
perhaps
have
been
able
to
free
himself
but
that
Prince
Vasíli
(
who
had
rarely
before
given
receptions
)
now
hardly
let
a
day
go
by
without
having
an
evening
party
at
which
Pierre
had
to
be
present
unless
he
wished
to
spoil
the
general
pleasure
and
disappoint
everyone
's
expectation
.
Prince
Vasíli
,
in
the
rare
moments
when
he
was
at
home
,
would
take
Pierre
's
hand
in
passing
and
draw
it
downwards
,
or
absent-mindedly
hold
out
his
wrinkled
,
clean-shaven
cheek
for
Pierre
to
kiss
and
would
say
:
"
Till
tomorrow
,
"
or
,
"
Be
in
to
dinner
or
I
shall
not
see
you
,
"
or
,
"
I
am
staying
in
for
your
sake
,
"
and
so
on
.
And
though
Prince
Vasíli
,
when
he
stayed
in
(
as
he
said
)
for
Pierre
's
sake
,
hardly
exchanged
a
couple
of
words
with
him
,
Pierre
felt
unable
to
disappoint
him
.
Every
day
he
said
to
himself
one
and
the
same
thing
:
"
It
is
time
I
understood
her
and
made
up
my
mind
what
she
really
is
.
Was
I
mistaken
before
,
or
am
I
mistaken
now
?
No
,
she
is
not
stupid
,
she
is
an
excellent
girl
,
"
he
sometimes
said
to
himself
"
she
never
makes
a
mistake
,
never
says
anything
stupid
.
She
says
little
,
but
what
she
does
say
is
always
clear
and
simple
,
so
she
is
not
stupid
.
She
never
was
abashed
and
is
not
abashed
now
,
so
she
can
not
be
a
bad
woman
!
"
He
had
often
begun
to
make
reflections
or
think
aloud
in
her
company
,
and
she
had
always
answered
him
either
by
a
brief
but
appropriate
remark
--
showing
that
it
did
not
interest
her
--
or
by
a
silent
look
and
smile
which
more
palpably
than
anything
else
showed
Pierre
her
superiority
.
She
was
right
in
regarding
all
arguments
as
nonsense
in
comparison
with
that
smile
.
