Война и мир

Chapter 8

           

           “Mydear,”saidPrincessMary,addressingherbrotherfrombesidethecotwhereshewasstanding,“betterwaitabit...later...”

           “Oh,leaveoff,youalwaystalknonsenseandkeepputtingthingsoff—andthisiswhatcomesofit!”saidPrinceAndrewinanexasperatedwhisper,evidentlymeaningtowoundhissister.

           “Mydear,really...it’sbetternottowakehim...he’sasleep,”saidtheprincessinatoneofentreaty.

           PrinceAndrewgotupandwentontiptoeuptothelittlebed,wineglassinhand.

           “Perhapswe’dreallybetternotwakehim,”hesaidhesitating.

           “Asyouplease...really...Ithinkso...butasyouplease,”saidPrincessMary,evidentlyintimidatedandconfusedthatheropinionhadprevailed.Shedrewherbrother’sattentiontothemaidwhowascallinghiminawhisper.

           Itwasthesecondnightthatneitherofthemhadslept,watchingtheboywhowasinahighfever.Theselastdays,mistrustingtheirhouseholddoctorandexpectinganotherforwhomtheyhadsenttotown,theyhadbeentryingfirstoneremedyandthenanother.Wornoutbysleeplessnessandanxietytheythrewtheirburdenofsorrowononeanotherandreproachedanddisputedwitheachother.

           “Pétrushahascomewithpapersfromyourfather,”whisperedthemaid.

           PrinceAndrewwentout.

           “Deviltakethem!”hemuttered,andafterlisteningtotheverbalinstructionshisfatherhadsentandtakingthecorrespondenceandhisfather’sletter,hereturnedtothenursery.

           “Well?”heasked.

           “Stillthesame.Wait,forheaven’ssake.

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