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The
doctor
said
this
restlessness
did
not
mean
anything
and
was
due
to
physical
causes
;
but
Princess
Mary
thought
he
wished
to
tell
her
something
,
and
the
fact
that
her
presence
always
increased
his
restlessness
confirmed
her
opinion
.
He
was
evidently
suffering
both
physically
and
mentally
.
There
was
no
hope
of
recovery
.
It
was
impossible
for
him
to
travel
,
it
would
not
do
to
let
him
die
on
the
road
.
"
Would
it
not
be
better
if
the
end
did
come
,
the
very
end
?
"
Princess
Mary
sometimes
thought
.
Night
and
day
,
hardly
sleeping
at
all
,
she
watched
him
and
,
terrible
to
say
,
often
watched
him
not
with
hope
of
finding
signs
of
improvement
but
wishing
to
find
symptoms
of
the
approach
of
the
end
.
Strange
as
it
was
to
her
to
acknowledge
this
feeling
in
herself
,
yet
there
it
was
.
And
what
seemed
still
more
terrible
to
her
was
that
since
her
father
's
illness
began
(
perhaps
even
sooner
,
when
she
stayed
with
him
expecting
something
to
happen
)
,
all
the
personal
desires
and
hopes
that
had
been
forgotten
or
sleeping
within
her
had
awakened
.
Thoughts
that
had
not
entered
her
mind
for
years
--
thoughts
of
a
life
free
from
the
fear
of
her
father
,
and
even
the
possibility
of
love
and
of
family
happiness
--
floated
continually
in
her
imagination
like
temptations
of
the
devil
.
Thrust
them
aside
as
she
would
,
questions
continually
recurred
to
her
as
to
how
she
would
order
her
life
now
,
after
that
.
These
were
temptations
of
the
devil
and
Princess
Mary
knew
it
.
She
knew
that
the
sole
weapon
against
him
was
prayer
,
and
she
tried
to
pray
.
She
assumed
an
attitude
of
prayer
,
looked
at
the
icons
,
repeated
the
words
of
a
prayer
,
but
she
could
not
pray
.
She
felt
that
a
different
world
had
now
taken
possession
of
her
--
the
life
of
a
world
of
strenuous
and
free
activity
,
quite
opposed
to
the
spiritual
world
in
which
till
now
she
had
been
confined
and
in
which
her
greatest
comfort
had
been
prayer
.
She
could
not
pray
,
could
not
weep
,
and
worldly
cares
took
possession
of
her
.
It
was
becoming
dangerous
to
remain
in
Boguchárovo
.
News
of
the
approach
of
the
French
came
from
all
sides
,
and
in
one
village
,
ten
miles
from
Boguchárovo
,
a
homestead
had
been
looted
by
French
marauders
.
The
doctor
insisted
on
the
necessity
of
moving
the
prince
;
the
provincial
Marshal
of
the
Nobility
sent
an
official
to
Princess
Mary
to
persuade
her
to
get
away
as
quickly
as
possible
,
and
the
head
of
the
rural
police
having
come
to
Boguchárovo
urged
the
same
thing
,
saying
that
the
French
were
only
some
twenty-five
miles
away
,
that
French
proclamations
were
circulating
in
the
villages
,
and
that
if
the
princess
did
not
take
her
father
away
before
the
fifteenth
,
he
could
not
answer
for
the
consequences
.
The
princess
decided
to
leave
on
the
fifteenth
.
The
cares
of
preparation
and
giving
orders
,
for
which
everyone
came
to
her
,
occupied
her
all
day
.
She
spent
the
night
of
the
fourteenth
as
usual
,
without
undressing
,
in
the
room
next
to
the
one
where
the
prince
lay
.
Several
times
,
waking
up
,
she
heard
his
groans
and
muttering
,
the
creak
of
his
bed
,
and
the
steps
of
Tíkhon
and
the
doctor
when
they
turned
him
over
.
Several
times
she
listened
at
the
door
,
and
it
seemed
to
her
that
his
mutterings
were
louder
than
usual
and
that
they
turned
him
over
oftener
.
She
could
not
sleep
and
several
times
went
to
the
door
and
listened
,
wishing
to
enter
but
not
deciding
to
do
so
.
Though
he
did
not
speak
,
Princess
Mary
saw
and
knew
how
unpleasant
every
sign
of
anxiety
on
his
account
was
to
him
.
She
had
noticed
with
what
dissatisfaction
he
turned
from
the
look
she
sometimes
involuntarily
fixed
on
him
.
She
knew
that
her
going
in
during
the
night
at
an
unusual
hour
would
irritate
him
.
But
never
had
she
felt
so
grieved
for
him
or
so
much
afraid
of
losing
him
.
She
recalled
all
her
life
with
him
and
in
every
word
and
act
of
his
found
an
expression
of
his
love
of
her
.
Occasionally
amid
these
memories
temptations
of
the
devil
would
surge
into
her
imagination
:
thoughts
of
how
things
would
be
after
his
death
,
and
how
her
new
,
liberated
life
would
be
ordered
.
But
she
drove
these
thoughts
away
with
disgust
.
Toward
morning
he
became
quiet
and
she
fell
asleep
.
She
woke
late
.
That
sincerity
which
often
comes
with
waking
showed
her
clearly
what
chiefly
concerned
her
about
her
father
's
illness
.
On
waking
she
listened
to
what
was
going
on
behind
the
door
and
,
hearing
him
groan
,
said
to
herself
with
a
sigh
that
things
were
still
the
same
.
