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Mademoiselle
Bourienne
walked
up
and
down
the
conservatory
for
a
long
time
that
evening
,
vainly
expecting
someone
,
now
smiling
at
someone
,
now
working
herself
up
to
tears
with
the
imaginary
words
of
her
pauvre
mère
rebuking
her
for
her
fall
.
The
little
princess
grumbled
to
her
maid
that
her
bed
was
badly
made
.
She
could
not
lie
either
on
her
face
or
on
her
side
.
Every
position
was
awkward
and
uncomfortable
,
and
her
burden
oppressed
her
now
more
than
ever
because
Anatole
's
presence
had
vividly
recalled
to
her
the
time
when
she
was
not
like
that
and
when
everything
was
light
and
gay
.
She
sat
in
an
armchair
in
her
dressing
jacket
and
nightcap
and
Katie
,
sleepy
and
disheveled
,
beat
and
turned
the
heavy
feather
bed
for
the
third
time
,
muttering
to
herself
.
"
I
told
you
it
was
all
lumps
and
holes
!
"
the
little
princess
repeated
.
"
I
should
be
glad
enough
to
fall
asleep
,
so
it
's
not
my
fault
!
"
and
her
voice
quivered
like
that
of
a
child
about
to
cry
.
The
old
prince
did
not
sleep
either
.
Tíkhon
,
half
asleep
,
heard
him
pacing
angrily
about
and
snorting
.
The
old
prince
felt
as
though
he
had
been
insulted
through
his
daughter
.
The
insult
was
the
more
pointed
because
it
concerned
not
himself
but
another
,
his
daughter
,
whom
he
loved
more
than
himself
.
He
kept
telling
himself
that
he
would
consider
the
whole
matter
and
decide
what
was
right
and
how
he
should
act
,
but
instead
of
that
he
only
excited
himself
more
and
more
.
"
The
first
man
that
turns
up
--
she
forgets
her
father
and
everything
else
,
runs
upstairs
and
does
up
her
hair
and
wags
her
tail
and
is
unlike
herself
!
Glad
to
throw
her
father
over
!
And
she
knew
I
should
notice
it
.
Fr
...
fr
...
fr
!
And
do
n't
I
see
that
that
idiot
had
eyes
only
for
Bourienne
--
I
shall
have
to
get
rid
of
her
.
And
how
is
it
she
has
not
pride
enough
to
see
it
?
If
she
has
no
pride
for
herself
she
might
at
least
have
some
for
my
sake
!
She
must
be
shown
that
the
blockhead
thinks
nothing
of
her
and
looks
only
at
Bourienne
.
No
,
she
has
no
pride
...
but
I
'll
let
her
see
...
"
The
old
prince
knew
that
if
he
told
his
daughter
she
was
making
a
mistake
and
that
Anatole
meant
to
flirt
with
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
Princess
Mary
's
self-esteem
would
be
wounded
and
his
point
(
not
to
be
parted
from
her
)
would
be
gained
,
so
pacifying
himself
with
this
thought
,
he
called
Tíkhon
and
began
to
undress
.
"
What
devil
brought
them
here
?
"
thought
he
,
while
Tíkhon
was
putting
the
nightshirt
over
his
dried-up
old
body
and
gray-haired
chest
.
"
I
never
invited
them
.
They
came
to
disturb
my
life
--
and
there
is
not
much
of
it
left
.
"
"
Devil
take
'
em
!
"
he
muttered
,
while
his
head
was
still
covered
by
the
shirt
.
