Silliness indeed! I am telling you the fact, said Natasha angrily. I have come to ask you what to do, and you talk to me of silliness
The countess shrugged her shoulders.
If it is true that Monsieur Denisov has made you an offer, then tell him he is a fool, thats all.
No, hes not a fool, said Natasha, resentfully and seriously.
Well, what would you have, then? You are all in love, it seems, nowadays. Oh, well, if youre in love with him, better marry him, said the countess, laughing angrily, and God bless you.
No, mamma, Im not in love with him. I suppose Im not in love with him.
Well, then, tell him so.
Mamma, are you cross? Dont be cross, darling; its not my fault, is it?
No, but upon my word, my dear, if you like, I will go and tell him so, said the countess, smiling.
No, Ill do it myself; only tell me how to say it. Everything comes easy to you, she added, responding to her smile. And if you could have seen how he said it to me! I know he did not mean to say it, but said it by accident.
Well, any way you must refuse him.
No, I mustnt. I feel so sorry for him! Hes so nice.
Oh, well, accept his proposal, then. High time you were married, I suppose, said her mother angrily and ironically.
No, mamma, but Im so sorry for him. I dont know how to say it.
Well, theres no need for you to say anything. Ill speak to him myself, said the countess, indignant that any one should have dared to treat this little Natasha as grown up.
No, not on any account; Ill go myself, and you listen at the door, and Natasha ran across the drawing- room to the hall, where Denisov, his face in his hands, was still sitting in the same chair at the clavichord. He jumped up at the sound of her light footsteps.
Natalie, he said, moving with rapid steps towards her, decide my fate. It is in your hands!
Vassily Dmitritch, Im so sorry for you! No, but you are so nice but it wont do that but I shall always love you as I do now.
Denisov bent over her, and she heard strange sounds that she did not understand. She kissed his tangled curly black head. At that moment they heard the hurried rustle of the countesss skirts. She came up to them.
Vassily Dmitritch, I thank you for the honour you do us, said the countess, in an embarrassed voice, which sounded severe to Denisov, but my daughter is so young, and I should have thought that as my sons friend you would have come first to me. In that case you would not have forced me to make this refusal.
Countess! said Denisov, with downcast eyes and a guilty face; he tried to say more, and stammered.
Natasha could not see him in such a piteous plight without emotion. She began to whimper loudly.
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