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"
Ah
,
but
you
wo
n't
talk
politics
to
me
like
Annette
!
"
"
And
our
little
tea
table
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
"
"
Why
is
it
you
were
never
at
Annette
's
?
"
the
little
princess
asked
Anatole
.
"
Ah
,
I
know
,
I
know
,
"
she
said
with
a
sly
glance
,
"
your
brother
Hippolyte
told
me
about
your
goings
on
.
Oh
!
"
and
she
shook
her
finger
at
him
,
"
I
have
even
heard
of
your
doings
in
Paris
!
"
"
And
did
n't
Hippolyte
tell
you
?
"
asked
Prince
Vasíli
,
turning
to
his
son
and
seizing
the
little
princess
'
arm
as
if
she
would
have
run
away
and
he
had
just
managed
to
catch
her
,
"
did
n't
he
tell
you
how
he
himself
was
pining
for
the
dear
princess
,
and
how
she
showed
him
the
door
?
Oh
,
she
is
a
pearl
among
women
,
Princess
,
"
he
added
,
turning
to
Princess
Mary
.
When
Paris
was
mentioned
,
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
for
her
part
seized
the
opportunity
of
joining
in
the
general
current
of
recollections
.
She
took
the
liberty
of
inquiring
whether
it
was
long
since
Anatole
had
left
Paris
and
how
he
had
liked
that
city
.
Anatole
answered
the
Frenchwoman
very
readily
and
,
looking
at
her
with
a
smile
,
talked
to
her
about
her
native
land
.
When
he
saw
the
pretty
little
Bourienne
,
Anatole
came
to
the
conclusion
that
he
would
not
find
Bald
Hills
dull
either
.
"
Not
at
all
bad
!
"
he
thought
,
examining
her
,
"
not
at
all
bad
,
that
little
companion
!
I
hope
she
will
bring
her
along
with
her
when
we
're
married
,
la
petite
est
gentille
.
"
*
*
The
little
one
is
charming
.
The
old
prince
dressed
leisurely
in
his
study
,
frowning
and
considering
what
he
was
to
do
.
The
coming
of
these
visitors
annoyed
him
.
"
What
are
Prince
Vasíli
and
that
son
of
his
to
me
?
Prince
Vasíli
is
a
shallow
braggart
and
his
son
,
no
doubt
,
is
a
fine
specimen
,
"
he
grumbled
to
himself
.
What
angered
him
was
that
the
coming
of
these
visitors
revived
in
his
mind
an
unsettled
question
he
always
tried
to
stifle
,
one
about
which
he
always
deceived
himself
.
