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acquaintance. It’s queer,” he added after a pause, “that you should
have suspected me!” He began to laugh. “Well, what of it! I hope we’ll
get better acquainted,” and he pressed Boris’ hand. “Do you know, I
have not once been in to see the count. He has not sent for me…. I
am sorry for him as a man, but what can one do?”
“And so you think Napoleon will manage to get an army across?” asked
Boris with a smile.
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A footman came in to summon Boris- the princess was going. Pierre,
in order to make Boris’ better acquaintance, promised to come to
dinner, and warmly pressing his hand looked affectionately over his
spectacles into Boris’ eyes. After he had gone Pierre continued pacing
up and down the room for a long time, no longer piercing an
imaginary foe with his imaginary sword, but smiling at the remembrance
of that pleasant, intelligent, and resolute young man.
As often happens in early youth, especially to one who leads a
lonely life, he felt an unaccountable tenderness for this young man
and made up his mind that they would be friends.
Prince Vasili saw the princess off. She held a handkerchief to her
eyes and her face was tearful.
“It is dreadful, dreadful!” she was saying, “but cost me what it may
I shall do my duty. I will come and spend the night. He must not be
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put it off. Perhaps God will help me to find a way to prepare
him!… Adieu, Prince! May God support you…”
“Adieu, ma bonne,” answered Prince Vasili turning away from her.
“Oh, he is in a dreadful state,” said the mother to her son when
they were in the carriage. “He hardly recognizes anybody.”
“I don’t understand, Mamma- what is his attitude to Pierre?” asked
the son.
“The will will show that, my dear; our fate also depends on it.”
“But why do you expect that he will leave us anything?”
“Ah, my dear! He is so rich, and we are so poor!”
“Well, that is hardly a sufficient reason, Mamma…”
“Oh, Heaven! How ill he is!” exclaimed the mother.
After Anna Mikhaylovna had driven off with her son to visit Count
Cyril Vladimirovich Bezukhov, Countess Rostova sat for a long time all
alone applying her handkerchief to her eyes. At last she rang.
“What is the matter with you, my dear?” she said crossly to the maid
who kept her waiting some minutes. “Don’t you wish to serve me? Then
I’ll find you another place.”
The countess was upset by her friend’s sorrow and humiliating
poverty, and was therefore out of sorts, a state of mind which with
her always found expression in calling her maid “my dear” and speaking
to her with exaggerated politeness.
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The count came waddling in to see his wife with a rather guilty look
as usual.
“Well, little countess? What a saute of game au madere we are to