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Prince
Vasíli
and
Anatole
had
separate
rooms
assigned
to
them
.
Anatole
,
having
taken
off
his
overcoat
,
sat
with
arms
akimbo
before
a
table
on
a
corner
of
which
he
smilingly
and
absent-mindedly
fixed
his
large
and
handsome
eyes
.
He
regarded
his
whole
life
as
a
continual
round
of
amusement
which
someone
for
some
reason
had
to
provide
for
him
.
And
he
looked
on
this
visit
to
a
churlish
old
man
and
a
rich
and
ugly
heiress
in
the
same
way
.
All
this
might
,
he
thought
,
turn
out
very
well
and
amusingly
.
"
And
why
not
marry
her
if
she
really
has
so
much
money
?
That
never
does
any
harm
,
"
thought
Anatole
.
He
shaved
and
scented
himself
with
the
care
and
elegance
which
had
become
habitual
to
him
and
,
his
handsome
head
held
high
,
entered
his
father
's
room
with
the
good-humored
and
victorious
air
natural
to
him
.
Prince
Vasíli
's
two
valets
were
busy
dressing
him
,
and
he
looked
round
with
much
animation
and
cheerfully
nodded
to
his
son
as
the
latter
entered
,
as
if
to
say
:
"
Yes
,
that
's
how
I
want
you
to
look
.
"
"
I
say
,
Father
,
joking
apart
,
is
she
very
hideous
?
"
Anatole
asked
,
as
if
continuing
a
conversation
the
subject
of
which
had
often
been
mentioned
during
the
journey
.
"
Enough
!
What
nonsense
!
Above
all
,
try
to
be
respectful
and
cautious
with
the
old
prince
.
"
"
If
he
starts
a
row
I
'll
go
away
,
"
said
Prince
Anatole
.
"
I
ca
n't
bear
those
old
men
!
Eh
?
"
"
Remember
,
for
you
everything
depends
on
this
.
"
In
the
meantime
,
not
only
was
it
known
in
the
maidservants
'
rooms
that
the
minister
and
his
son
had
arrived
,
but
the
appearance
of
both
had
been
minutely
described
.
Princess
Mary
was
sitting
alone
in
her
room
,
vainly
trying
to
master
her
agitation
.
"
Why
did
they
write
,
why
did
Lise
tell
me
about
it
?
It
can
never
happen
!
"
she
said
,
looking
at
herself
in
the
glass
.
"
How
shall
I
enter
the
drawing
room
?
Even
if
I
like
him
I
ca
n't
now
be
myself
with
him
.
"
The
mere
thought
of
her
father
's
look
filled
her
with
terror
.
The
little
princess
and
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
had
already
received
from
Másha
,
the
lady
's
maid
,
the
necessary
report
of
how
handsome
the
minister
's
son
was
,
with
his
rosy
cheeks
and
dark
eyebrows
,
and
with
what
difficulty
the
father
had
dragged
his
legs
upstairs
while
the
son
had
followed
him
like
an
eagle
,
three
steps
at
a
time
.
Having
received
this
information
,
the
little
princess
and
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
whose
chattering
voices
had
reached
her
from
the
corridor
,
went
into
Princess
Mary
's
room
.
