And you are looking better
I recognized the princess at once, put in Mademoiselle Bourienne.
And I had no idea! cried Princess Marya. Ah, Andrey, I did not see you.
Prince Andrey and his sister kissed each others hands, and he told her she was just as great a cry- baby as she always had been. Princess Marya turned to her brother, and through her tears, her great, luminous eyes, that were beautiful at that instant, rested with a loving, warm and gentle gaze on Prince Andreys face. The little princess talked incessantly. The short, downy upper lip was continually flying down to meet the rosy, lower lip when necessary, and parting again in a smile of gleaming teeth and eyes. The little princess described an incident that had occurred to them on Spasskoe hill, and might have been serious for her in her condition. And immediately after that she communicated the intelligence that she had left all her clothes in Petersburg, and God knew what she would have to go about in here, and that Andrey was quite changed, and that Kitty Odintsov had married an old man, and that a suitor had turned up for Princess Marya, who was a suitor worth having, but that they would talk about that later. Princess Marya was still gazing mutely at her brother, and her beautiful eyes were full of love and melancholy. It was clear that her thoughts were following a train of their own, apart from the chatter of her sister-in-law. In the middle of the latters description of the last fête-day at Petersburg, she addressed her brother.
And is it quite settled that you are going to the war, Andrey? she said, sighing. Liza sighed too.
Yes, and to-morrow too, answered her brother.
He is deserting me here, and Heaven knows why, when he might have had promotion Princess Marya did not listen to the end, but following her own train of thought, she turned to her sister-in-law, letting her affectionate eyes rest on her waist.
Is it really true? she said.
The face of her sister-in-law changed. She sighed.
Yes, its true, she said. Oh! Its very dreadful
Lizas lip drooped. She put her face close to her sister-in-laws face, and again she unexpectedly began to cry.
She needs rest, said Prince Andrey, frowning. Dont you, Liza? Take her to your room, while I go to father. How is hejust the same?
The same, just the same; I dont know what you will think, Princess Marya answered joyfully.
And the same hours, and the walks about the avenues, and the lathe? asked Prince Andrey with a scarcely perceptible smile, showing that, in spite of all his love and respect for his father, he recognised his weaknesses.
The same hours and the lathe, mathematics too, and my geometry lessons, Princess Marya answered gaily, as though those lessons were one of the most delightful events of her life.
When the twenty minutes had elapsed, and the time for the old prince to get up had come, Tihon came to call the young man to his father. The old man made a departure from his ordinary routine in honour of his sons arrival. He directed that he should be admitted into his apartments during his time for dressing, before dinner. The old prince used to wear the old-fashioned dress, the kaftan and powder. And when Prince Andreynot with the disdainful face and manners with which he walked into drawing-rooms, but with the eager face with which he had talked to Pierrewent in to his fathers room, the old gentleman
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