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Chapter 2

           InthisletterPrinceAndrewpointedouttohisfatherthedangerofstayingatBaldHills,sonearthetheaterofwarandonthearmy’sdirectlineofmarch,andadvisedhimtomovetoMoscow.

           Atdinnerthatday,onDessalles’mentioningthattheFrenchweresaidtohavealreadyenteredVítebsk,theoldprincerememberedhisson’sletter.

           “TherewasaletterfromPrinceAndrewtoday,”hesaidtoPrincessMary—“Haven’tyoureadit?”

           “No,Father,”sherepliedinafrightenedvoice.

           Shecouldnothavereadtheletterasshedidnotevenknowithadarrived.

           “Hewritesaboutthiswar,”saidtheprince,withtheironicsmilethathadbecomehabitualtohiminspeakingofthepresentwar.

           “Thatmustbeveryinteresting,”saidDessalles.“PrinceAndrewisinapositiontoknow...”

           “Oh,veryinteresting!”saidMademoiselleBourienne.

           “Goandgetitforme,”saidtheoldprincetoMademoiselleBourienne.“Youknow—underthepaperweightonthelittletable.”

           MademoiselleBouriennejumpedupeagerly.

           “No,don’t!”heexclaimedwithafrown.“Yougo,MichaelIvánovich.”

           MichaelIvánovichroseandwenttothestudy.Butassoonashehadlefttheroomtheoldprince,lookinguneasilyround,threwdownhisnapkinandwenthimself.

           “Theycan’tdoanything...alwaysmakesomemuddle,”hemuttered.

           WhilehewasawayPrincessMary,Dessalles,MademoiselleBourienne,andevenlittleNicholasexchangedlooksinsilence.Theoldprincereturnedwithquicksteps,accompaniedbyMichaelIvánovich,bringingtheletterandaplan.

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