Chapter 17

           

           Anatolewentoutoftheroomandreturnedafewminuteslaterwearingafurcoatgirtwithasilverbelt,andasablecapjauntilysetononesideandverybecomingtohishandsomeface.Havinglookedinamirror,andstandingbeforeDólokhovinthesameposehehadassumedbeforeit,heliftedaglassofwine.

           “Well,good-by,Theodore.Thankyouforeverythingandfarewell!”saidAnatole.“Well,comradesandfriends...”heconsideredforamoment“...ofmyyouth,farewell!”hesaid,turningtoMakárinandtheothers.

           Thoughtheywereallgoingwithhim,Anatoleevidentlywishedtomakesomethingtouchingandsolemnoutofthisaddresstohiscomrades.Hespokeslowlyinaloudvoiceandthrowingouthischestslightlyswayedoneleg.

           “Alltakeglasses;youtoo,Balagá.Well,comradesandfriendsofmyyouth,we’vehadourflingandlivedandreveled.Eh?Andnow,whenshallwemeetagain?Iamgoingabroad.Wehavehadagoodtime—nowfarewell,lads!Toourhealth!Hurrah!...”hecried,andemptyinghisglassflungitonthefloor.

           “Toyourhealth!”saidBalagáwhoalsoemptiedhisglass,andwipedhismouthwithhishandkerchief.

           MakárinembracedAnatolewithtearsinhiseyes.

           “Ah,Prince,howsorryIamtopartfromyou!

           “Let’sgo.Let’sgo!”criedAnatole.

           Balagáwasabouttoleavetheroom.

           “No,stop!”saidAnatole.“Shutthedoor;wehavefirsttositdown.That’stheway.”

           Theyshutthedoorandallsatdown.

           “Now,quickmarch,lads!”saidAnatole,rising.

           Joseph,hisvalet,handedhimhissabretacheandsaber,andtheyallwentoutintothevestibule.

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