on Pierre; it seemed to make all his limbs contract, and destroyed the unconsciousness and freedom of his movement.

“Such a strange antipathy,” thought Pierre; “and at one time I really liked him very much.”

In the eyes of the world, Pierre was a great lord, the rather blind and absurd husband of a distinguished wife; a clever eccentric, who did nothing but who was no trouble to any one, a good-natured, capital fellow. In Pierre’s soul all this while a complex and laborious process of inner development was going on that revealed much to him and led him to many spiritual doubts and joys.