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"
I
have
not
been
to
see
you
all
this
time
because
I
have
been
at
my
father
's
.
I
had
to
talk
over
a
very
important
matter
with
him
.
I
only
got
back
last
night
,
"
he
said
glancing
at
Natásha
;
"
I
want
to
have
a
talk
with
you
,
Countess
,
"
he
added
after
a
moment
's
pause
.
The
countess
lowered
her
eyes
,
sighing
deeply
.
"
I
am
at
your
disposal
,
"
she
murmured
.
Natásha
knew
that
she
ought
to
go
away
,
but
was
unable
to
do
so
:
something
gripped
her
throat
,
and
regardless
of
manners
she
stared
straight
at
Prince
Andrew
with
wide-open
eyes
.
"
At
once
?
This
instant
!
...
No
,
it
ca
n't
be
!
"
she
thought
.
Again
he
glanced
at
her
,
and
that
glance
convinced
her
that
she
was
not
mistaken
.
Yes
,
at
once
,
that
very
instant
,
her
fate
would
be
decided
.
"
Go
,
Natásha
!
I
will
call
you
,
"
said
the
countess
in
a
whisper
.
Natásha
glanced
with
frightened
imploring
eyes
at
Prince
Andrew
and
at
her
mother
and
went
out
.
"
I
have
come
,
Countess
,
to
ask
for
your
daughter
's
hand
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
.
The
countess
'
face
flushed
hotly
,
but
she
said
nothing
.
