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The
question
was
whether
he
could
ever
bring
himself
to
part
from
his
daughter
and
give
her
to
a
husband
.
The
prince
never
directly
asked
himself
that
question
,
knowing
beforehand
that
he
would
have
to
answer
it
justly
,
and
justice
clashed
not
only
with
his
feelings
but
with
the
very
possibility
of
life
.
Life
without
Princess
Mary
,
little
as
he
seemed
to
value
her
,
was
unthinkable
to
him
.
"
And
why
should
she
marry
?
"
he
thought
.
"
To
be
unhappy
for
certain
.
There
's
Lise
,
married
to
Andrew
--
a
better
husband
one
would
think
could
hardly
be
found
nowadays
--
but
is
she
contented
with
her
lot
?
And
who
would
marry
Marie
for
love
?
Plain
and
awkward
!
They
'll
take
her
for
her
connections
and
wealth
.
Are
there
no
women
living
unmarried
,
and
even
the
happier
for
it
?
"
So
thought
Prince
Bolkónski
while
dressing
,
and
yet
the
question
he
was
always
putting
off
demanded
an
immediate
answer
.
Prince
Vasíli
had
brought
his
son
with
the
evident
intention
of
proposing
,
and
today
or
tomorrow
he
would
probably
ask
for
an
answer
.
His
birth
and
position
in
society
were
not
bad
.
"
Well
,
I
've
nothing
against
it
,
"
the
prince
said
to
himself
,
"
but
he
must
be
worthy
of
her
.
And
that
is
what
we
shall
see
.
"
"
That
is
what
we
shall
see
!
That
is
what
we
shall
see
!
"
he
added
aloud
.
He
entered
the
drawing
room
with
his
usual
alert
step
,
glancing
rapidly
round
the
company
.
He
noticed
the
change
in
the
little
princess
'
dress
,
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
's
ribbon
,
Princess
Mary
's
unbecoming
coiffure
,
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
's
and
Anatole
's
smiles
,
and
the
loneliness
of
his
daughter
amid
the
general
conversation
.
"
Got
herself
up
like
a
fool
!
"
he
thought
,
looking
irritably
at
her
.
"
She
is
shameless
,
and
he
ignores
her
!
"
He
went
straight
up
to
Prince
Vasíli
.
"
Well
!
How
d'ye
do
?
How
d'ye
do
?
Glad
to
see
you
!
"
"
Friendship
laughs
at
distance
,
"
began
Prince
Vasíli
in
his
usual
rapid
,
self-confident
,
familiar
tone
.
"
Here
is
my
second
son
;
please
love
and
befriend
him
.
"
Prince
Bolkónski
surveyed
Anatole
.
"
Fine
young
fellow
!
Fine
young
fellow
!
"
he
said
.
"
Well
,
come
and
kiss
me
,
"
and
he
offered
his
cheek
.
Anatole
kissed
the
old
man
,
and
looked
at
him
with
curiosity
and
perfect
composure
,
waiting
for
a
display
of
the
eccentricities
his
father
had
told
him
to
expect
.
