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"
Prince
Vasíli
said
no
more
and
his
cheeks
began
to
twitch
nervously
,
now
on
one
side
,
now
on
the
other
,
giving
his
face
an
unpleasant
expression
which
was
never
to
be
seen
on
it
in
a
drawing
room
.
His
eyes
too
seemed
strange
;
at
one
moment
they
looked
impudently
sly
and
at
the
next
glanced
round
in
alarm
.
The
princess
,
holding
her
little
dog
on
her
lap
with
her
thin
bony
hands
,
looked
attentively
into
Prince
Vasíli
's
eyes
evidently
resolved
not
to
be
the
first
to
break
silence
,
if
she
had
to
wait
till
morning
.
"
Well
,
you
see
,
my
dear
princess
and
cousin
,
Catherine
Semënovna
,
"
continued
Prince
Vasíli
,
returning
to
his
theme
,
apparently
not
without
an
inner
struggle
;
"
at
such
a
moment
as
this
one
must
think
of
everything
.
One
must
think
of
the
future
,
of
all
of
you
...
I
love
you
all
,
like
children
of
my
own
,
as
you
know
.
"
The
princess
continued
to
look
at
him
without
moving
,
and
with
the
same
dull
expression
.
"
And
then
of
course
my
family
has
also
to
be
considered
,
"
Prince
Vasíli
went
on
,
testily
pushing
away
a
little
table
without
looking
at
her
.
"
You
know
,
Catiche
,
that
we
--
you
three
sisters
,
Mámontov
,
and
my
wife
--
are
the
count
's
only
direct
heirs
.
I
know
,
I
know
how
hard
it
is
for
you
to
talk
or
think
of
such
matters
.
It
is
no
easier
for
me
;
but
,
my
dear
,
I
am
getting
on
for
sixty
and
must
be
prepared
for
anything
.
Do
you
know
I
have
sent
for
Pierre
?
The
count
,
"
pointing
to
his
portrait
,
"
definitely
demanded
that
he
should
be
called
.
"
Prince
Vasíli
looked
questioningly
at
the
princess
,
but
could
not
make
out
whether
she
was
considering
what
he
had
just
said
or
whether
she
was
simply
looking
at
him
.
"
There
is
one
thing
I
constantly
pray
God
to
grant
,
mon
cousin
,
"
she
replied
,
"
and
it
is
that
He
would
be
merciful
to
him
and
would
allow
his
noble
soul
peacefully
to
leave
this
...
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
of
course
,
"
interrupted
Prince
Vasíli
impatiently
,
rubbing
his
bald
head
and
angrily
pulling
back
toward
him
the
little
table
that
he
had
pushed
away
.
"
But
...
in
short
,
the
fact
is
...
you
know
yourself
that
last
winter
the
count
made
a
will
by
which
he
left
all
his
property
,
not
to
us
his
direct
heirs
,
but
to
Pierre
.
"
