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After
her
father
's
funeral
Princess
Mary
shut
herself
up
in
her
room
and
did
not
admit
anyone
.
A
maid
came
to
the
door
to
say
that
Alpátych
was
asking
for
orders
about
their
departure
.
(
This
was
before
his
talk
with
Dron
.
)
Princess
Mary
raised
herself
on
the
sofa
on
which
she
had
been
lying
and
replied
through
the
closed
door
that
she
did
not
mean
to
go
away
and
begged
to
be
left
in
peace
.
The
windows
of
the
room
in
which
she
was
lying
looked
westward
.
She
lay
on
the
sofa
with
her
face
to
the
wall
,
fingering
the
buttons
of
the
leather
cushion
and
seeing
nothing
but
that
cushion
,
and
her
confused
thoughts
were
centered
on
one
subject
--
the
irrevocability
of
death
and
her
own
spiritual
baseness
,
which
she
had
not
suspected
,
but
which
had
shown
itself
during
her
father
's
illness
.
She
wished
to
pray
but
did
not
dare
to
,
dared
not
in
her
present
state
of
mind
address
herself
to
God
.
She
lay
for
a
long
time
in
that
position
.
The
sun
had
reached
the
other
side
of
the
house
,
and
its
slanting
rays
shone
into
the
open
window
,
lighting
up
the
room
and
part
of
the
morocco
cushion
at
which
Princess
Mary
was
looking
.
The
flow
of
her
thoughts
suddenly
stopped
.
Unconsciously
she
sat
up
,
smoothed
her
hair
,
got
up
,
and
went
to
the
window
,
involuntarily
inhaling
the
freshness
of
the
clear
but
windy
evening
.
"
Yes
,
you
can
well
enjoy
the
evening
now
!
He
is
gone
and
no
one
will
hinder
you
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
and
sinking
into
a
chair
she
let
her
head
fall
on
the
window
sill
.
Someone
spoke
her
name
in
a
soft
and
tender
voice
from
the
garden
and
kissed
her
head
.
She
looked
up
.
It
was
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
in
a
black
dress
and
weepers
.
She
softly
approached
Princess
Mary
,
sighed
,
kissed
her
,
and
immediately
began
to
cry
.
The
princess
looked
up
at
her
.
All
their
former
disharmony
and
her
own
jealousy
recurred
to
her
mind
.
But
she
remembered
too
how
he
had
changed
of
late
toward
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
and
could
not
bear
to
see
her
,
thereby
showing
how
unjust
were
the
reproaches
Princess
Mary
had
mentally
addressed
to
her
.
"
Besides
,
is
it
for
me
,
for
me
who
desired
his
death
,
to
condemn
anyone
?
"
she
thought
.
Princess
Mary
vividly
pictured
to
herself
the
position
of
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
whom
she
had
of
late
kept
at
a
distance
,
but
who
yet
was
dependent
on
her
and
living
in
her
house
.
She
felt
sorry
for
her
and
held
out
her
hand
with
a
glance
of
gentle
inquiry
.
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
at
once
began
crying
again
and
kissed
that
hand
,
speaking
of
the
princess
'
sorrow
and
making
herself
a
partner
in
it
.
She
said
her
only
consolation
was
the
fact
that
the
princess
allowed
her
to
share
her
sorrow
,
that
all
the
old
misunderstandings
should
sink
into
nothing
but
this
great
grief
;
that
she
felt
herself
blameless
in
regard
to
everyone
,
and
that
he
,
from
above
,
saw
her
affection
and
gratitude
.
The
princess
heard
her
,
not
heeding
her
words
but
occasionally
looking
up
at
her
and
listening
to
the
sound
of
her
voice
.
"
Your
position
is
doubly
terrible
,
dear
princess
,
"
said
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
after
a
pause
.
"
I
understand
that
you
could
not
,
and
can
not
,
think
of
yourself
,
but
with
my
love
for
you
I
must
do
so
...
Has
Alpátych
been
to
you
?
Has
he
spoken
to
you
of
going
away
?
"
she
asked
.
Princess
Mary
did
not
answer
.
She
did
not
understand
who
was
to
go
or
where
to
.
"
Is
it
possible
to
plan
or
think
of
anything
now
?
Is
it
not
all
the
same
?
"
she
thought
,
and
did
not
reply
.
"
You
know
,
chère
Marie
,
"
said
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
"
that
we
are
in
danger
--
are
surrounded
by
the
French
.
It
would
be
dangerous
to
move
now
.
If
we
go
we
are
almost
sure
to
be
taken
prisoners
,
and
God
knows
...
"
