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"
Hm
!
Hm
!
"
muttered
the
prince
,
sitting
down
.
His
plate
seemed
to
him
not
quite
clean
,
and
pointing
to
a
spot
he
flung
it
away
.
Tíkhon
caught
it
and
handed
it
to
a
footman
.
The
little
princess
was
not
unwell
,
but
had
such
an
overpowering
fear
of
the
prince
that
,
hearing
he
was
in
a
bad
humor
,
she
had
decided
not
to
appear
.
"
I
am
afraid
for
the
baby
,
"
she
said
to
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
:
"
Heaven
knows
what
a
fright
might
do
.
"
In
general
at
Bald
Hills
the
little
princess
lived
in
constant
fear
,
and
with
a
sense
of
antipathy
to
the
old
prince
which
she
did
not
realize
because
the
fear
was
so
much
the
stronger
feeling
.
The
prince
reciprocated
this
antipathy
,
but
it
was
overpowered
by
his
contempt
for
her
.
When
the
little
princess
had
grown
accustomed
to
life
at
Bald
Hills
,
she
took
a
special
fancy
to
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
spent
whole
days
with
her
,
asked
her
to
sleep
in
her
room
,
and
often
talked
with
her
about
the
old
prince
and
criticized
him
.
"
So
we
are
to
have
visitors
,
mon
prince
?
"
remarked
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
unfolding
her
white
napkin
with
her
rosy
fingers
.
"
His
Excellency
Prince
Vasíli
Kurágin
and
his
son
,
I
understand
?
"
she
said
inquiringly
.
"
Hm
!
--
his
excellency
is
a
puppy
...
I
got
him
his
appointment
in
the
service
,
"
said
the
prince
disdainfully
.
"
Why
his
son
is
coming
I
do
n't
understand
.
Perhaps
Princess
Elizabeth
and
Princess
Mary
know
.
I
do
n't
want
him
.
"
(
He
looked
at
his
blushing
daughter
.
)
"
Are
you
unwell
today
?
Eh
?
Afraid
of
the
'
minister
'
as
that
idiot
Alpátych
called
him
this
morning
?
"
"
No
,
mon
père
.
"
Though
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
had
been
so
unsuccessful
in
her
choice
of
a
subject
,
she
did
not
stop
talking
,
but
chattered
about
the
conservatories
and
the
beauty
of
a
flower
that
had
just
opened
,
and
after
the
soup
the
prince
became
more
genial
.
After
dinner
,
he
went
to
see
his
daughter-in-law
.
The
little
princess
was
sitting
at
a
small
table
,
chattering
with
Másha
,
her
maid
.
She
grew
pale
on
seeing
her
father-in-law
.
