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Next
morning
when
the
valet
came
into
the
room
with
his
coffee
,
Pierre
was
lying
asleep
on
the
ottoman
with
an
open
book
in
his
hand
.
He
woke
up
and
looked
round
for
a
while
with
a
startled
expression
,
unable
to
realize
where
he
was
.
"
The
countess
told
me
to
inquire
whether
your
excellency
was
at
home
,
"
said
the
valet
.
But
before
Pierre
could
decide
what
answer
he
would
send
,
the
countess
herself
in
a
white
satin
dressing
gown
embroidered
with
silver
and
with
simply
dressed
hair
(
two
immense
plaits
twice
round
her
lovely
head
like
a
coronet
)
entered
the
room
,
calm
and
majestic
,
except
that
there
was
a
wrathful
wrinkle
on
her
rather
prominent
marble
brow
.
With
her
imperturbable
calm
she
did
not
begin
to
speak
in
front
of
the
valet
.
She
knew
of
the
duel
and
had
come
to
speak
about
it
.
She
waited
till
the
valet
had
set
down
the
coffee
things
and
left
the
room
.
Pierre
looked
at
her
timidly
over
his
spectacles
,
and
like
a
hare
surrounded
by
hounds
who
lays
back
her
ears
and
continues
to
crouch
motionless
before
her
enemies
,
he
tried
to
continue
reading
.
But
feeling
this
to
be
senseless
and
impossible
,
he
again
glanced
timidly
at
her
.
She
did
not
sit
down
but
looked
at
him
with
a
contemptuous
smile
,
waiting
for
the
valet
to
go
.
"
Well
,
what
's
this
now
?
What
have
you
been
up
to
now
,
I
should
like
to
know
?
"
she
asked
sternly
.
"
I
?
What
have
I.
.
.
?
"
stammered
Pierre
.
"
So
it
seems
you
're
a
hero
,
eh
?
Come
now
,
what
was
this
duel
about
?
What
is
it
meant
to
prove
?
What
?
I
ask
you
.
"
Pierre
turned
over
heavily
on
the
ottoman
and
opened
his
mouth
,
but
could
not
reply
.
"
If
you
wo
n't
answer
,
I
'll
tell
you
...
"
Hélène
went
on
.
"
You
believe
everything
you
're
told
.
You
were
told
...
"
Hélène
laughed
,
"
that
Dólokhov
was
my
lover
,
"
she
said
in
French
with
her
coarse
plainness
of
speech
,
uttering
the
word
amant
as
casually
as
any
other
word
,
"
and
you
believed
it
!
Well
,
what
have
you
proved
?
What
does
this
duel
prove
?
That
you
're
a
fool
,
que
vous
êtes
un
sot
,
but
everybody
knew
that
.
What
will
be
the
result
?
That
I
shall
be
the
laughingstock
of
all
Moscow
,
that
everyone
will
say
that
you
,
drunk
and
not
knowing
what
you
were
about
,
challenged
a
man
you
are
jealous
of
without
cause
.
"
Hélène
raised
her
voice
and
became
more
and
more
excited
,
"
A
man
who
's
a
better
man
than
you
in
every
way
...
"
