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After
supper
Pierre
with
his
partner
followed
the
others
into
the
drawing
room
.
The
guests
began
to
disperse
,
some
without
taking
leave
of
Hélène
.
Some
,
as
if
unwilling
to
distract
her
from
an
important
occupation
,
came
up
to
her
for
a
moment
and
made
haste
to
go
away
,
refusing
to
let
her
see
them
off
.
The
diplomatist
preserved
a
mournful
silence
as
he
left
the
drawing
room
.
He
pictured
the
vanity
of
his
diplomatic
career
in
comparison
with
Pierre
's
happiness
.
The
old
general
grumbled
at
his
wife
when
she
asked
how
his
leg
was
.
"
Oh
,
the
old
fool
,
"
he
thought
.
"
That
Princess
Hélène
will
be
beautiful
still
when
she
's
fifty
.
"
"
I
think
I
may
congratulate
you
,
"
whispered
Anna
Pávlovna
to
the
old
princess
,
kissing
her
soundly
.
"
If
I
had
n't
this
headache
I
'd
have
stayed
longer
.
"
The
old
princess
did
not
reply
,
she
was
tormented
by
jealousy
of
her
daughter
's
happiness
.
While
the
guests
were
taking
their
leave
Pierre
remained
for
a
long
time
alone
with
Hélène
in
the
little
drawing
room
where
they
were
sitting
.
He
had
often
before
,
during
the
last
six
weeks
,
remained
alone
with
her
,
but
had
never
spoken
to
her
of
love
.
Now
he
felt
that
it
was
inevitable
,
but
he
could
not
make
up
his
mind
to
take
the
final
step
.
He
felt
ashamed
;
he
felt
that
he
was
occupying
someone
else
's
place
here
beside
Hélène
.
"
This
happiness
is
not
for
you
,
"
some
inner
voice
whispered
to
him
.
"
This
happiness
is
for
those
who
have
not
in
them
what
there
is
in
you
.
"
But
,
as
he
had
to
say
something
,
he
began
by
asking
her
whether
she
was
satisfied
with
the
party
.
She
replied
in
her
usual
simple
manner
that
this
name
day
of
hers
had
been
one
of
the
pleasantest
she
had
ever
had
.
Some
of
the
nearest
relatives
had
not
yet
left
.
They
were
sitting
in
the
large
drawing
room
.
Prince
Vasíli
came
up
to
Pierre
with
languid
footsteps
.
Pierre
rose
and
said
it
was
getting
late
.
Prince
Vasíli
gave
him
a
look
of
stern
inquiry
,
as
though
what
Pierre
had
just
said
was
so
strange
that
one
could
not
take
it
in
.
But
then
the
expression
of
severity
changed
,
and
he
drew
Pierre
's
hand
downwards
,
made
him
sit
down
,
and
smiled
affectionately
.
"
Well
,
Lëlya
?
"
he
asked
,
turning
instantly
to
his
daughter
and
addressing
her
with
the
careless
tone
of
habitual
tenderness
natural
to
parents
who
have
petted
their
children
from
babyhood
,
but
which
Prince
Vasíli
had
only
acquired
by
imitating
other
parents
.
And
he
again
turned
to
Pierre
.
"
Sergéy
Kuzmích
--
From
all
sides
--
"
he
said
,
unbuttoning
the
top
button
of
his
waistcoat
.
