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"
Heaven
only
knows
,
my
dear
!
These
rich
grandees
are
so
selfish
.
Still
,
I
will
take
Borís
and
go
to
see
him
at
once
,
and
I
shall
speak
to
him
straight
out
.
Let
people
think
what
they
will
of
me
,
it
's
really
all
the
same
to
me
when
my
son
's
fate
is
at
stake
.
"
The
princess
rose
"
It
's
now
two
o'clock
and
you
dine
at
four
.
There
will
just
be
time
.
"
And
like
a
practical
Petersburg
lady
who
knows
how
to
make
the
most
of
time
,
Anna
Mikháylovna
sent
someone
to
call
her
son
,
and
went
into
the
anteroom
with
him
.
"
Good-by
,
my
dear
,
"
said
she
to
the
countess
who
saw
her
to
the
door
,
and
added
in
a
whisper
so
that
her
son
should
not
hear
,
"
Wish
me
good
luck
.
"
"
Are
you
going
to
Count
Cyril
Vladímirovich
,
my
dear
?
"
said
the
count
coming
out
from
the
dining
hall
into
the
anteroom
,
and
he
added
:
"
If
he
is
better
,
ask
Pierre
to
dine
with
us
.
He
has
been
to
the
house
,
you
know
,
and
danced
with
the
children
.
Be
sure
to
invite
him
,
my
dear
.
We
will
see
how
Tarás
distinguishes
himself
today
.
He
says
Count
Orlóv
never
gave
such
a
dinner
as
ours
will
be
!
"
"
My
dear
Borís
,
"
said
Princess
Anna
Mikháylovna
to
her
son
as
Countess
Rostóva
's
carriage
in
which
they
were
seated
drove
over
the
straw
covered
street
and
turned
into
the
wide
courtyard
of
Count
Cyril
Vladímirovich
Bezúkhov
's
house
.
"
My
dear
Borís
,
"
said
the
mother
,
drawing
her
hand
from
beneath
her
old
mantle
and
laying
it
timidly
and
tenderly
on
her
son
's
arm
,
"
be
affectionate
and
attentive
to
him
.
Count
Cyril
Vladímirovich
is
your
godfather
after
all
,
and
your
future
depends
on
him
.
Remember
that
,
my
dear
,
and
be
nice
to
him
,
as
you
so
well
know
how
to
be
.
"
"
If
only
I
knew
that
anything
besides
humiliation
would
come
of
it
...
"
answered
her
son
coldly
.
"
But
I
have
promised
and
will
do
it
for
your
sake
.
"
Although
the
hall
porter
saw
someone
's
carriage
standing
at
the
entrance
,
after
scrutinizing
the
mother
and
son
(
who
without
asking
to
be
announced
had
passed
straight
through
the
glass
porch
between
the
rows
of
statues
in
niches
)
and
looking
significantly
at
the
lady
's
old
cloak
,
he
asked
whether
they
wanted
the
count
or
the
princesses
,
and
,
hearing
that
they
wished
to
see
the
count
,
said
his
excellency
was
worse
today
,
and
that
his
excellency
was
not
receiving
anyone
.
"
We
may
as
well
go
back
,
"
said
the
son
in
French
.
"
My
dear
!
"
exclaimed
his
mother
imploringly
,
again
laying
her
hand
on
his
arm
as
if
that
touch
might
soothe
or
rouse
him
.
