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"
Trust
in
His
mercy
!
"
and
pointing
out
a
small
sofa
for
him
to
sit
and
wait
for
her
,
she
went
silently
toward
the
door
that
everyone
was
watching
and
it
creaked
very
slightly
as
she
disappeared
behind
it
.
Pierre
,
having
made
up
his
mind
to
obey
his
monitress
implicitly
,
moved
toward
the
sofa
she
had
indicated
.
As
soon
as
Anna
Mikháylovna
had
disappeared
he
noticed
that
the
eyes
of
all
in
the
room
turned
to
him
with
something
more
than
curiosity
and
sympathy
.
He
noticed
that
they
whispered
to
one
another
,
casting
significant
looks
at
him
with
a
kind
of
awe
and
even
servility
.
A
deference
such
as
he
had
never
before
received
was
shown
him
.
A
strange
lady
,
the
one
who
had
been
talking
to
the
priests
,
rose
and
offered
him
her
seat
;
an
aide-de-camp
picked
up
and
returned
a
glove
Pierre
had
dropped
;
the
doctors
became
respectfully
silent
as
he
passed
by
,
and
moved
to
make
way
for
him
.
At
first
Pierre
wished
to
take
another
seat
so
as
not
to
trouble
the
lady
,
and
also
to
pick
up
the
glove
himself
and
to
pass
round
the
doctors
who
were
not
even
in
his
way
;
but
all
at
once
he
felt
that
this
would
not
do
,
and
that
tonight
he
was
a
person
obliged
to
perform
some
sort
of
awful
rite
which
everyone
expected
of
him
,
and
that
he
was
therefore
bound
to
accept
their
services
.
He
took
the
glove
in
silence
from
the
aide-de-camp
,
and
sat
down
in
the
lady
's
chair
,
placing
his
huge
hands
symmetrically
on
his
knees
in
the
naïve
attitude
of
an
Egyptian
statue
,
and
decided
in
his
own
mind
that
all
was
as
it
should
be
,
and
that
in
order
not
to
lose
his
head
and
do
foolish
things
he
must
not
act
on
his
own
ideas
tonight
,
but
must
yield
himself
up
entirely
to
the
will
of
those
who
were
guiding
him
.
Not
two
minutes
had
passed
before
Prince
Vasíli
with
head
erect
majestically
entered
the
room
.
He
was
wearing
his
long
coat
with
three
stars
on
his
breast
.
He
seemed
to
have
grown
thinner
since
the
morning
;
his
eyes
seemed
larger
than
usual
when
he
glanced
round
and
noticed
Pierre
.
He
went
up
to
him
,
took
his
hand
(
a
thing
he
never
used
to
do
)
,
and
drew
it
downwards
as
if
wishing
to
ascertain
whether
it
was
firmly
fixed
on
.
"
Courage
,
courage
,
my
friend
!
He
has
asked
to
see
you
.
That
is
well
!
"
and
he
turned
to
go
.
But
Pierre
thought
it
necessary
to
ask
:
"
How
is
...
"
and
hesitated
,
not
knowing
whether
it
would
be
proper
to
call
the
dying
man
"
the
count
,
"
yet
ashamed
to
call
him
"
father
.
"
"
He
had
another
stroke
about
half
an
hour
ago
.
Courage
,
my
friend
...
"
Pierre
's
mind
was
in
such
a
confused
state
that
the
word
"
stroke
"
suggested
to
him
a
blow
from
something
.
He
looked
at
Prince
Vasíli
in
perplexity
,
and
only
later
grasped
that
a
stroke
was
an
attack
of
illness
.
Prince
Vasíli
said
something
to
Lorrain
in
passing
and
went
through
the
door
on
tiptoe
.
He
could
not
walk
well
on
tiptoe
and
his
whole
body
jerked
at
each
step
The
eldest
princess
followed
him
,
and
the
priests
and
deacons
and
some
servants
also
went
in
at
the
door
.
Through
that
door
was
heard
a
noise
of
things
being
moved
about
,
and
at
last
Anna
Mikháylovna
,
still
with
the
same
expression
,
pale
but
resolute
in
the
discharge
of
duty
,
ran
out
and
touching
Pierre
lightly
on
the
arm
said
:
"
The
divine
mercy
is
inexhaustible
!
Unction
is
about
to
be
administered
.
Come
.
"
