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"
Ah
,
my
dear
,
I
hardly
knew
you
,
"
said
Anna
Mikháylovna
with
a
happy
smile
,
ambling
lightly
up
to
the
count
's
niece
.
"
I
have
come
,
and
am
at
your
service
to
help
you
nurse
my
uncle
.
I
imagine
what
you
have
gone
through
,
"
and
she
sympathetically
turned
up
her
eyes
The
princess
gave
no
reply
and
did
not
even
smile
,
but
left
the
room
as
Anna
Mikháylovna
took
off
her
gloves
and
,
occupying
the
position
she
had
conquered
,
settled
down
in
an
armchair
,
inviting
Prince
Vasíli
to
take
a
seat
beside
her
.
"
Borís
,
"
she
said
to
her
son
with
a
smile
,
"
I
shall
go
in
to
see
the
count
,
my
uncle
;
but
you
,
my
dear
,
had
better
go
to
Pierre
meanwhile
and
do
n't
forget
to
give
him
the
Rostóvs
'
invitation
.
They
ask
him
to
dinner
.
I
suppose
he
wo
n't
go
?
"
she
continued
,
turning
to
the
prince
.
"
On
the
contrary
,
"
replied
the
prince
,
who
had
plainly
become
depressed
,
"
I
shall
be
only
too
glad
if
you
relieve
me
of
that
young
man
...
Here
he
is
,
and
the
count
has
not
once
asked
for
him
.
"
He
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
A
footman
conducted
Borís
down
one
flight
of
stairs
and
up
another
,
to
Pierre
's
rooms
.
Pierre
,
after
all
,
had
not
managed
to
choose
a
career
for
himself
in
Petersburg
,
and
had
been
expelled
from
there
for
riotous
conduct
and
sent
to
Moscow
.
The
story
told
about
him
at
Count
Rostóv
's
was
true
.
Pierre
had
taken
part
in
tying
a
policeman
to
a
bear
.
He
had
now
been
for
some
days
in
Moscow
and
was
staying
as
usual
at
his
father
's
house
.
Though
he
expected
that
the
story
of
his
escapade
would
be
already
known
in
Moscow
and
that
the
ladies
about
his
father
--
who
were
never
favorably
disposed
toward
him
--
would
have
used
it
to
turn
the
count
against
him
,
he
nevertheless
on
the
day
of
his
arrival
went
to
his
father
's
part
of
the
house
.
Entering
the
drawing
room
,
where
the
princesses
spent
most
of
their
time
,
he
greeted
the
ladies
,
two
of
whom
were
sitting
at
embroidery
frames
while
a
third
read
aloud
.
It
was
the
eldest
who
was
reading
--
the
one
who
had
met
Anna
Mikháylovna
.
The
two
younger
ones
were
embroidering
:
both
were
rosy
and
pretty
and
they
differed
only
in
that
one
had
a
little
mole
on
her
lip
which
made
her
much
prettier
.
Pierre
was
received
as
if
he
were
a
corpse
or
a
leper
.
The
eldest
princess
paused
in
her
reading
and
silently
stared
at
him
with
frightened
eyes
;
the
second
assumed
precisely
the
same
expression
;
while
the
youngest
,
the
one
with
the
mole
,
who
was
of
a
cheerful
and
lively
disposition
,
bent
over
her
frame
to
hide
a
smile
probably
evoked
by
the
amusing
scene
she
foresaw
.
She
drew
her
wool
down
through
the
canvas
and
,
scarcely
able
to
refrain
from
laughing
,
stooped
as
if
trying
to
make
out
the
pattern
.
"
How
do
you
do
,
cousin
?
"
said
Pierre
.
"
You
do
n't
recognize
me
?
"
"
I
recognize
you
only
too
well
,
too
well
.
"
"
How
is
the
count
?
Can
I
see
him
?
"
asked
Pierre
,
awkwardly
as
usual
,
but
unabashed
.
