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"
I
will
tell
you
frankly
,
"
said
Prince
Vasíli
in
the
tone
of
a
crafty
man
convinced
of
the
futility
of
being
cunning
with
so
keen-sighted
a
companion
.
"
You
know
,
you
see
right
through
people
.
Anatole
is
no
genius
,
but
he
is
an
honest
,
goodhearted
lad
;
an
excellent
son
or
kinsman
.
"
"
All
right
,
all
right
,
we
'll
see
!
"
As
always
happens
when
women
lead
lonely
lives
for
any
length
of
time
without
male
society
,
on
Anatole
's
appearance
all
the
three
women
of
Prince
Bolkónski
's
household
felt
that
their
life
had
not
been
real
till
then
.
Their
powers
of
reasoning
,
feeling
,
and
observing
immediately
increased
tenfold
,
and
their
life
,
which
seemed
to
have
been
passed
in
darkness
,
was
suddenly
lit
up
by
a
new
brightness
,
full
of
significance
.
Princess
Mary
grew
quite
unconscious
of
her
face
and
coiffure
.
The
handsome
open
face
of
the
man
who
might
perhaps
be
her
husband
absorbed
all
her
attention
.
He
seemed
to
her
kind
,
brave
,
determined
,
manly
,
and
magnanimous
.
She
felt
convinced
of
that
.
Thousands
of
dreams
of
a
future
family
life
continually
rose
in
her
imagination
.
She
drove
them
away
and
tried
to
conceal
them
.
"
But
am
I
not
too
cold
with
him
?
"
thought
the
princess
.
"
I
try
to
be
reserved
because
in
the
depth
of
my
soul
I
feel
too
near
to
him
already
,
but
then
he
can
not
know
what
I
think
of
him
and
may
imagine
that
I
do
not
like
him
.
"
And
Princess
Mary
tried
,
but
could
not
manage
,
to
be
cordial
to
her
new
guest
.
"
Poor
girl
,
she
's
devilish
ugly
!
"
thought
Anatole
.
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
also
roused
to
great
excitement
by
Anatole
's
arrival
,
thought
in
another
way
.
Of
course
,
she
,
a
handsome
young
woman
without
any
definite
position
,
without
relations
or
even
a
country
,
did
not
intend
to
devote
her
life
to
serving
Prince
Bolkónski
,
to
reading
aloud
to
him
and
being
friends
with
Princess
Mary
.
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
had
long
been
waiting
for
a
Russian
prince
who
,
able
to
appreciate
at
a
glance
her
superiority
to
the
plain
,
badly
dressed
,
ungainly
Russian
princesses
,
would
fall
in
love
with
her
and
carry
her
off
;
and
here
at
last
was
a
Russian
prince
.
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
knew
a
story
,
heard
from
her
aunt
but
finished
in
her
own
way
,
which
she
liked
to
repeat
to
herself
.
It
was
the
story
of
a
girl
who
had
been
seduced
,
and
to
whom
her
poor
mother
(
sa
pauvre
mère
)
appeared
,
and
reproached
her
for
yielding
to
a
man
without
being
married
.
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
was
often
touched
to
tears
as
in
imagination
she
told
this
story
to
him
,
her
seducer
.
And
now
he
,
a
real
Russian
prince
,
had
appeared
.
He
would
carry
her
away
and
then
sa
pauvre
mère
would
appear
and
he
would
marry
her
.
So
her
future
shaped
itself
in
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
's
head
at
the
very
time
she
was
talking
to
Anatole
about
Paris
.
It
was
not
calculation
that
guided
her
(
she
did
not
even
for
a
moment
consider
what
she
should
do
)
,
but
all
this
had
long
been
familiar
to
her
,
and
now
that
Anatole
had
appeared
it
just
grouped
itself
around
him
and
she
wished
and
tried
to
please
him
as
much
as
possible
.
The
little
princess
,
like
an
old
war
horse
that
hears
the
trumpet
,
unconsciously
and
quite
forgetting
her
condition
,
prepared
for
the
familiar
gallop
of
coquetry
,
without
any
ulterior
motive
or
any
struggle
,
but
with
naïve
and
lighthearted
gaiety
.
