Chapter 15

           

           “MydearBorís,”saidPrincessAnnaMikháylovnatohersonasCountessRostóva’scarriageinwhichtheywereseateddroveoverthestrawcoveredstreetandturnedintothewidecourtyardofCountCyrilVladímirovichBezúkhov’shouse.“MydearBorís,”saidthemother,drawingherhandfrombeneathheroldmantleandlayingittimidlyandtenderlyonherson’sarm,“beaffectionateandattentivetohim.CountCyrilVladímirovichisyourgodfatherafterall,andyourfuturedependsonhim.Rememberthat,mydear,andbenicetohim,asyousowellknowhowtobe.”

           “IfonlyIknewthatanythingbesideshumiliationwouldcomeofit...”answeredhersoncoldly.“ButIhavepromisedandwilldoitforyoursake.”

           Althoughthehallportersawsomeone’scarriagestandingattheentrance,afterscrutinizingthemotherandson(whowithoutaskingtobeannouncedhadpassedstraightthroughtheglassporchbetweentherowsofstatuesinniches)andlookingsignificantlyatthelady’soldcloak,heaskedwhethertheywantedthecountortheprincesses,and,hearingthattheywishedtoseethecount,saidhisexcellencywasworsetoday,andthathisexcellencywasnotreceivinganyone.

           “Wemayaswellgoback,”saidthesoninFrench.

           “Mydear!”exclaimedhismotherimploringly,againlayingherhandonhisarmasifthattouchmightsootheorrousehim.

           Boríssaidnomore,butlookedinquiringlyathismotherwithouttakingoffhiscloak.

           “Myfriend,”saidAnnaMikháylovnaingentletones,addressingthehallporter,“IknowCountCyrilVladímirovichisveryill...

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