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A joke, repeated the count. Only let him say the word, we will all go Were not a set of Germans! Did you notice, said Pierre, the words, for deliberation Yes, to be sure, for whatever might come Meanwhile Petya, to whom no one was paying attention, went up to his father, and very red, said in a voice that passed abruptly from gruffness to shrillness, Well, now, papa, I tell you positivelyand mamma too, say what you willI tell you you must let me go into the army, because I cannot and thats all about it. The countess in dismay turned her eyes up to heaven, clasped her hands, and said angrily to her husband: See, what your talk has brought us to! But the count recovered the same instant from the excitement. Come, come, he said. A fine warrior youd make! Dont talk nonsense; you have your studies to attend to. Its not nonsense, papa. Fedya Obolenskys younger than I am, and hes going too; and whats more, I cant anyhow study now, when Petya stopped, flushed till his face was perspiring, yet stoutly went on when the countrys in danger. Hush, hush, nonsense! Why, but you said yourself you would sacrifice everything. Petya! I tell you be quiet, cried the count, looking at his wife, who was gazing with a white face and fixed eyes at her younger son. Let me say Pyotr Kirillovitch here will tell you I tell you, its nonsense; the milks hardly dry on his lips, and he wants to go into the army! Come, come, I tell you, and the count, taking the papers with him, was going out of the room, probably to read them once more in his study before his nap. Pyotr Kirillovitch, let us have a smoke. Pierre felt embarrassed and hesitating. Natashas unusually brilliant and eager eyes, continually turned upon him with more than cordiality in them, had reduced him to this condition. No; I think Ill go home. Go home? But you meant to spend the evening with us. You come rarely enough, as it is. And this girl of mine, said the count good-humouredly, looking towards Natasha, is never in spirits but when you are here. But I have forgotten something. I really must go home. Business. Pierre said hurriedly. Well, good-bye then, said the count as he went out of the room. Why are you going away? Why are you so upset? What for? Natasha asked Pierre, looking with challenging eyes into his face. Because I love you! he wanted to say, but he did not say it. He crimsoned till the tears came, and dropped his eyes. |
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