Chapter 20

           

           Thecardtablesweredrawnout,setsmadeupforboston,andthecount’svisitorssettledthemselves,someinthetwodrawingrooms,someinthesittingroom,someinthelibrary.

           Thecount,holdinghiscardsfanwise,kepthimselfwithdifficultyfromdroppingintohisusualafter-dinnernap,andlaughedateverything.Theyoungpeople,atthecountess’instigation,gatheredroundtheclavichordandharp.Juliebygeneralrequestplayedfirst.Aftershehadplayedalittleairwithvariationsontheharp,shejoinedtheotheryoungladiesinbeggingNatáshaandNicholas,whowerenotedfortheirmusicaltalent,tosingsomething.Natásha,whowastreatedasthoughsheweregrownup,wasevidentlyveryproudofthisbutatthesametimefeltshy.

           “Whatshallwesing?”shesaid.

           “‘TheBrook,’”suggestedNicholas.

           “Well,then,let’sbequick.Borís,comehere,”saidNatásha.“ButwhereisSónya?”

           Shelookedroundandseeingthatherfriendwasnotintheroomrantolookforher.

           RunningintoSónya’sroomandnotfindingherthere,Natásharantothenursery,butSónyawasnotthereeither.Natáshaconcludedthatshemustbeonthechestinthepassage.ThechestinthepassagewastheplaceofmourningfortheyoungerfemalegenerationintheRostóvhousehold.AndthereinfactwasSónyalyingfacedownwardonNurse’sdirtyfeatherbedonthetopofthechest,crumplinghergauzypinkdressunderher,hidingherfacewithherslenderfingers,andsobbingsoconvulsivelythatherbarelittleshouldersshook.

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