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Anna
Pávlovna
's
drawing
room
was
gradually
filling
.
The
highest
Petersburg
society
was
assembled
there
:
people
differing
widely
in
age
and
character
but
alike
in
the
social
circle
to
which
they
belonged
.
Prince
Vasíli
's
daughter
,
the
beautiful
Hélène
,
came
to
take
her
father
to
the
ambassador
's
entertainment
;
she
wore
a
ball
dress
and
her
badge
as
maid
of
honor
.
The
youthful
little
Princess
Bolkónskaya
,
known
as
la
femme
la
plus
séduisante
de
Pétersbourg
,
*
was
also
there
.
She
had
been
married
during
the
previous
winter
,
and
being
pregnant
did
not
go
to
any
large
gatherings
,
but
only
to
small
receptions
.
Prince
Vasíli
's
son
,
Hippolyte
,
had
come
with
Mortemart
,
whom
he
introduced
.
The
Abbé
Morio
and
many
others
had
also
come
.
*
The
most
fascinating
woman
in
Petersburg
.
To
each
new
arrival
Anna
Pávlovna
said
,
"
You
have
not
yet
seen
my
aunt
,
"
or
"
You
do
not
know
my
aunt
?
"
and
very
gravely
conducted
him
or
her
to
a
little
old
lady
,
wearing
large
bows
of
ribbon
in
her
cap
,
who
had
come
sailing
in
from
another
room
as
soon
as
the
guests
began
to
arrive
;
and
slowly
turning
her
eyes
from
the
visitor
to
her
aunt
,
Anna
Pávlovna
mentioned
each
one
's
name
and
then
left
them
.
Each
visitor
performed
the
ceremony
of
greeting
this
old
aunt
whom
not
one
of
them
knew
,
not
one
of
them
wanted
to
know
,
and
not
one
of
them
cared
about
;
Anna
Pávlovna
observed
these
greetings
with
mournful
and
solemn
interest
and
silent
approval
.
The
aunt
spoke
to
each
of
them
in
the
same
words
,
about
their
health
and
her
own
,
and
the
health
of
Her
Majesty
,
"
who
,
thank
God
,
was
better
today
.
"
And
each
visitor
,
though
politeness
prevented
his
showing
impatience
,
left
the
old
woman
with
a
sense
of
relief
at
having
performed
a
vexatious
duty
and
did
not
return
to
her
the
whole
evening
.
The
young
Princess
Bolkónskaya
had
brought
some
work
in
a
gold-embroidered
velvet
bag
.
Her
pretty
little
upper
lip
,
on
which
a
delicate
dark
down
was
just
perceptible
,
was
too
short
for
her
teeth
,
but
it
lifted
all
the
more
sweetly
,
and
was
especially
charming
when
she
occasionally
drew
it
down
to
meet
the
lower
lip
.
As
is
always
the
case
with
a
thoroughly
attractive
woman
,
her
defect
--
the
shortness
of
her
upper
lip
and
her
half-open
mouth
--
seemed
to
be
her
own
special
and
peculiar
form
of
beauty
.
Everyone
brightened
at
the
sight
of
this
pretty
young
woman
,
so
soon
to
become
a
mother
,
so
full
of
life
and
health
,
and
carrying
her
burden
so
lightly
.
Old
men
and
dull
dispirited
young
ones
who
looked
at
her
,
after
being
in
her
company
and
talking
to
her
a
little
while
,
felt
as
if
they
too
were
becoming
,
like
her
,
full
of
life
and
health
.
All
who
talked
to
her
,
and
at
each
word
saw
her
bright
smile
and
the
constant
gleam
of
her
white
teeth
,
thought
that
they
were
in
a
specially
amiable
mood
that
day
.
The
little
princess
went
round
the
table
with
quick
,
short
,
swaying
steps
,
her
workbag
on
her
arm
,
and
gaily
spreading
out
her
dress
sat
down
on
a
sofa
near
the
silver
samovar
,
as
if
all
she
was
doing
was
a
pleasure
to
herself
and
to
all
around
her
.
"
I
have
brought
my
work
,
"
said
she
in
French
,
displaying
her
bag
and
addressing
all
present
.
"
Mind
,
Annette
,
I
hope
you
have
not
played
a
wicked
trick
on
me
,
"
she
added
,
turning
to
her
hostess
.
"
You
wrote
that
it
was
to
be
quite
a
small
reception
,
and
just
see
how
badly
I
am
dressed
.
"
And
she
spread
out
her
arms
to
show
her
short-waisted
,
lace-trimmed
,
dainty
gray
dress
,
girdled
with
a
broad
ribbon
just
below
the
breast
.
"
Soyez
tranquille
,
Lise
,
you
will
always
be
prettier
than
anyone
else
,
"
replied
Anna
Pávlovna
.
"
You
know
,
"
said
the
princess
in
the
same
tone
of
voice
and
still
in
French
,
turning
to
a
general
,
"
my
husband
is
deserting
me
?
He
is
going
to
get
himself
killed
.
Tell
me
what
this
wretched
war
is
for
?
"
she
added
,
addressing
Prince
Vasíli
,
and
without
waiting
for
an
answer
she
turned
to
speak
to
his
daughter
,
the
beautiful
Hélène
.
