Chapter 7

           

           Therustleofawoman’sdresswasheardinthenextroom.PrinceAndrewshookhimselfasifwakingup,andhisfaceassumedthelookithadhadinAnnaPávlovna’sdrawingroom.Pierreremovedhisfeetfromthesofa.Theprincesscamein.Shehadchangedhergownforahousedressasfreshandelegantastheother.PrinceAndrewroseandpolitelyplacedachairforher.

           “Howisit,”shebegan,asusualinFrench,settlingdownbrisklyandfussilyintheeasychair,“howisitAnnettenevergotmarried?Howstupidyoumenallarenottohavemarriedher!Excusemeforsayingso,butyouhavenosenseaboutwomen.Whatanargumentativefellowyouare,MonsieurPierre!”

           “AndIamstillarguingwithyourhusband.Ican’tunderstandwhyhewantstogotothewar,”repliedPierre,addressingtheprincesswithnoneoftheembarrassmentsocommonlyshownbyyoungmenintheirintercoursewithyoungwomen.

           Theprincessstarted.EvidentlyPierre’swordstouchedhertothequick.

           “Ah,thatisjustwhatItellhim!”saidshe.“Idon’tunderstandit;Idon’tintheleastunderstandwhymencan’tlivewithoutwars.Howisitthatwewomendon’twantanythingofthekind,don’tneedit?Nowyoushalljudgebetweenus.Ialwaystellhim:HereheisUncle’saide-de-camp,amostbrilliantposition.Heissowellknown,somuchappreciatedbyeveryone.TheotherdayattheApráksins’Iheardaladyasking,‘IsthatthefamousPrinceAndrew?’Ididindeed.”Shelaughed.“Heissowellreceivedeverywhere.Hemighteasilybecomeaide-de-camptotheEmperor.

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