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"
You
know
they
've
come
,
Marie
?
"
said
the
little
princess
,
waddling
in
,
and
sinking
heavily
into
an
armchair
.
She
was
no
longer
in
the
loose
gown
she
generally
wore
in
the
morning
,
but
had
on
one
of
her
best
dresses
.
Her
hair
was
carefully
done
and
her
face
was
animated
,
which
,
however
,
did
not
conceal
its
sunken
and
faded
outlines
.
Dressed
as
she
used
to
be
in
Petersburg
society
,
it
was
still
more
noticeable
how
much
plainer
she
had
become
.
Some
unobtrusive
touch
had
been
added
to
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
's
toilet
which
rendered
her
fresh
and
pretty
face
yet
more
attractive
.
"
What
!
Are
you
going
to
remain
as
you
are
,
dear
princess
?
"
she
began
.
"
They
'll
be
announcing
that
the
gentlemen
are
in
the
drawing
room
and
we
shall
have
to
go
down
,
and
you
have
not
smartened
yourself
up
at
all
!
"
The
little
princess
got
up
,
rang
for
the
maid
,
and
hurriedly
and
merrily
began
to
devise
and
carry
out
a
plan
of
how
Princess
Mary
should
be
dressed
.
Princess
Mary
's
self-esteem
was
wounded
by
the
fact
that
the
arrival
of
a
suitor
agitated
her
,
and
still
more
so
by
both
her
companions
'
not
having
the
least
conception
that
it
could
be
otherwise
.
To
tell
them
that
she
felt
ashamed
for
herself
and
for
them
would
be
to
betray
her
agitation
,
while
to
decline
their
offers
to
dress
her
would
prolong
their
banter
and
insistence
.
She
flushed
,
her
beautiful
eyes
grew
dim
,
red
blotches
came
on
her
face
,
and
it
took
on
the
unattractive
martyrlike
expression
it
so
often
wore
,
as
she
submitted
herself
to
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
and
Lise
.
Both
these
women
quite
sincerely
tried
to
make
her
look
pretty
.
She
was
so
plain
that
neither
of
them
could
think
of
her
as
a
rival
,
so
they
began
dressing
her
with
perfect
sincerity
,
and
with
the
naïve
and
firm
conviction
women
have
that
dress
can
make
a
face
pretty
.
"
No
really
,
my
dear
,
this
dress
is
not
pretty
,
"
said
Lise
,
looking
sideways
at
Princess
Mary
from
a
little
distance
.
"
You
have
a
maroon
dress
,
have
it
fetched
.
Really
!
You
know
the
fate
of
your
whole
life
may
be
at
stake
.
But
this
one
is
too
light
,
it
's
not
becoming
!
"
It
was
not
the
dress
,
but
the
face
and
whole
figure
of
Princess
Mary
that
was
not
pretty
,
but
neither
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
nor
the
little
princess
felt
this
;
they
still
thought
that
if
a
blue
ribbon
were
placed
in
the
hair
,
the
hair
combed
up
,
and
the
blue
scarf
arranged
lower
on
the
best
maroon
dress
,
and
so
on
,
all
would
be
well
.
They
forgot
that
the
frightened
face
and
the
figure
could
not
be
altered
,
and
that
however
they
might
change
the
setting
and
adornment
of
that
face
,
it
would
still
remain
piteous
and
plain
.
After
two
or
three
changes
to
which
Princess
Mary
meekly
submitted
,
just
as
her
hair
had
been
arranged
on
the
top
of
her
head
(
a
style
that
quite
altered
and
spoiled
her
looks
)
and
she
had
put
on
a
maroon
dress
with
a
pale-blue
scarf
,
the
little
princess
walked
twice
round
her
,
now
adjusting
a
fold
of
the
dress
with
her
little
hand
,
now
arranging
the
scarf
and
looking
at
her
with
her
head
bent
first
on
one
side
and
then
on
the
other
.
"
No
,
it
will
not
do
,
"
she
said
decidedly
,
clasping
her
hands
.
"
No
,
Mary
,
really
this
dress
does
not
suit
you
.
I
prefer
you
in
your
little
gray
everyday
dress
.
Now
please
,
do
it
for
my
sake
.
Katie
,
"
she
said
to
the
maid
,
"
bring
the
princess
her
gray
dress
,
and
you
'll
see
,
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
how
I
shall
arrange
it
,
"
she
added
,
smiling
with
a
foretaste
of
artistic
pleasure
.
But
when
Katie
brought
the
required
dress
,
Princess
Mary
remained
sitting
motionless
before
the
glass
,
looking
at
her
face
,
and
saw
in
the
mirror
her
eyes
full
of
tears
and
her
mouth
quivering
,
ready
to
burst
into
sobs
.
