战争与和平(上)-第188章

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e　went　into　the　entry；　and　asked　timidly　and　softly　whether　the　prince　and　the　princess　were　at　home。　After　their　arrival　had　been　announced；　there　was　some　perturbation　visible　among　the　prince’s　servants。　The　footman；　who　was　running　to　announce　them；　was　stopped　by　another　footman　in　the　big　hall；　and　they　whispered　together。　A　maid…servant　ran　into　the　hall；　and　hurriedly　said　something；　mentioning　the　princess。　At　last　one　old　footman　came　out　with　a　wrathful　air；　and　announced　to　the　Rostovs　that　the　prince　was　not　receiving；　but　the　princess　begged　them　to　walk　up。　The　first　person　to　meet　the　visitors　was　Mademoiselle　Bourienne。　She　greeted　the　father　and　daughter　with　marked　courtesy；　and　conducted　them　to　the　princess’s　apartment。　The　princess；　with　a　frightened　and　agitated　face；　flushed　in　patches；　ran　in；　treading　heavily；　to　meet　her　visitors；　doing　her　best　to　seem　cordial　and　at　ease。　From　the　first　glance　Princess　Marya　disliked　Natasha。　She　thought　her　too　fashionably　dressed；　too　frivolously　gay　and　vain。　Princess　Marya　had　no　idea　that　before　she　had　seen　her　future　sister…in…law　she　had　been　unfavourably　disposed　to　her；　through　unconscious　envy　of　her　beauty；　her　youth；　and　her　happiness；　and　through　jealousy　of　her　brother’s　love　for　her。　Apart　from　this　insuperable　feeling　of　antipathy　to　her；　Princess　Marya　was　at　that　moment　agitated　by　the　fact　that　on　the　Rostovs’　having　been　announced　the　old　prince　had　shouted　that　he　didn’t　want　to　see　them；　that　Princess　Marya　could　see　them　if　she　chose；　but　they　were　not　to　be　allowed　in　to　see　him。　Princess　Marya　resolved　to　see　the　Rostovs；　but　she　was　every　instant　in　dread　of　some　freak　on　the　part　of　the　old　prince；　as　he　had　appeared　greatly　excited　by　the　arrival　of　the　Rostovs。
“Well；　here　I　have　brought　you　my　songstress；　princess；”　said　the　count；　bowing　and　scraping；　while　he　looked　round　uneasily　as　though　he　were　afraid　the　old　prince　might　come　in。　“How　glad　I　am　that　you　should　make　friends。…Sorry；　very　sorry；　the　prince　is　still　unwell”；　and　uttering　a　few　more　stock　phrases；　he　got　up。　“If　you’ll　allow　me；　princess；　to　leave　you　my　Natasha　for　a　quarter　of　an　hour；　I　will　drive　round—only　a　few　steps　from　here—to　Dogs’　Square　to　see　Anna　Semyonovna；　and　then　come　back　for　her。”
Count　Ilya　Andreitch　bethought　himself　of　this　diplomatic　stratagem　to　give　the　future　sisters…in…law　greater　freedom　to　express　their　feelings　to　one　another　（so　he　told　his　daughter　afterwards）；　but　also　to　avoid　the　possibility　of　meeting　the　prince；　of　whom　he　was　afraid。　He　did　not　tell　his　daughter　this；　but　Natasha　perceived　this　dread　and　uneasiness　of　her　father’s；　and　felt　mortified　by　it。　She　blushed　for　her　father；　felt　still　angrier　at　having　blushed；　and　glanced　at　the　princess　with　a　bold；　challenging　air；　meant　to　express　that　she　was　not　afraid　of　any　one。　The　princess　told　the　count　that　she　would　be　delighted；　and　only　begged　him　to　stay　a　little　longer　at　Anna　Semyonovna’s；　and　Ilya　Andreitch　departed。
In　spite　of　the　uneasy　glances　flung　at　her　by　Princess　Marya；　who　wanted　to　talk　to　Natasha　by　herself；　Mademoiselle　Bourienne　would　not　leave　the　room；　and　persisted　in　keeping　up　a　conversation　about　Moscow　entertainments　and　theatres。　Natasha　felt　offended　by　the　delay　in　the　entry；　by　her　father’s　nervousness；　and　by　the　constrained　manner　of　the　princess；　who　seemed　to　her　to　be　making　a　favour　of　receiving　her。　And　then　everything　displeased　her。　She　did　not　like　Princess　Marya。　She　seemed　to　her　very　ugly；　affected；　and　frigid。　Natasha　suddenly；　as　it　were；　shrank　into　herself；　and　unconsciously　assumed　a　non…chalant　air；　which　repelled　Princess　Marya　more　and　more。　After　five　minutes　of　irksome　and　constrained　conversation；　they　heard　the　sound　of　slippered　feet　approaching　rapidly。　Princess　Marya’s　face　expressed　terror：　the　door　of　the　room　opened；　and　the　prince　came　in；　in　a　white　night…cap　and　dressing…gown。
“Ah；　madam；”　he　began；　“madam；　countess。…Countess　Rostov…　if　I’m　not　mistaken…I　beg　you　to　excuse　me；　to　excuse　me…I　didn’t　know；　madam。　As　God’s　above；　I　didn’t　know　that　you　were　deigning　to　visit　us；　and　came　in　to　my　daughter　in　this　costume。　I　beg　you　to　excuse　me…as　God’s　above；　I　didn’t　know；”　he　repeated　so　unnaturally；　with　emphasis　on　the　word　“God；”　and　so　unpleasantly；　that　Princess　Marya　rose　to　her　feet　with　her　eyes　on　the　ground；　not　daring　to　look　either　at　her　father　or　at　Natasha。　Natasha；　getting　up　and　curtseying；　did　not　know　either　what　she　was　to　do。　Only　Mademoiselle　Bourienne　smiled　agreeably。
“I　beg　you　to　excuse　me；　I　beg　you　to　excuse　me！　As　God’s　above；　I　didn’t　know；”　muttered　the　old　man；　and　looking　Natasha　over　from　head　to　foot；　he　went　out。
Mademoiselle　Bourienne　was　the　first　to　recover　herself　after　this　apparition；　and　began　talking　about　the　prince’s　ill…health。　Natasha　and　Princess　Marya　gazed　dumbly　at　one　another；　and　the　longer　they　gazed　dumbly　at　one　another　without　saying　what　they　wanted　to　say；　the　more　unfavourably　each　felt　disposed　to　the　other。
When　the　count　returned；　Natasha　showed　a　discourteous　relief　at　seeing　him；　and　made　haste　to　get　away。　At　that　moment　she　almost　hated　that　stiff；　oldish　princess；　who　could　put　her　in　such　an　awkward　position；　and　spend　half　an　hour　with　her　without　saying　a　word　about　Prince　Andrey。　“I　couldn’t　be　the　first　to　speak　of　him　before　that　Frenchwoman；”　thought　Natasha。　Princess　Marya　meanwhile　was　tortured　by　the　very　same　feeling。　She　knew　what　she　had　to　say　to　Natasha；　but　she　could　not　do　it；　both　because　Mademoiselle　Bourienne　prevented　her；　and　because　she　did　not　know　herself　why—it　was　difficult　for　her　to　begin　to　speak　of　the　marriage。　The　count　was　already　going　out　of　the　room　when　Princess　Marya　moved　rapidly　up　to　Natasha；　took　her　hand；　and；　with　a　heavy　sigh；　said：　“Wait　a　moment；　I　want…”　Natasha’s　expression　as　she　looked　at　Princess　Marya　was　ironical；　though　she　did　not　know　why。
“Dear　Natalie；”　said　Princess　Marya；　“do　believe　how　glad　I　am　that　my　brother　has　found　such　happiness…”　She　paused；　feeling　she　was　telling　a　lie。　Natasha　noticed　the　pause；　and　guessed　the　reason　of　it。
“I　imagine；　princess；　that　it　is　not　now　suitable　to　speak　of　that；”　said　Natasha；　with　external　dignity　and　coldness；　though　she　felt　the　tears　rising　in　her　throat。
“What　have　I　said；　what　have　I　done？”　she　thought　as　soon　as　she　had　gone　out　of　the　room。
They　had　to　wait　a　long　while　for　Natasha　to　come　to　dinner　that　day。　She　was　sitting　in　her　room；　crying　like　a　child；　choking；　and　sobbing。　Sonya　stood　over　her；　and　kept　kissing　her　on　the　head。
“Natasha；　what　is　it？”　she　kept　saying。　“Why　need　you　mind　about　them？　It　will　pass；　Natasha。”
“No；　if　only　you　knew　how　insulting　it　was…as　though　I…”
“Don’t　talk　of　it；　Natasha；　it’s　not　your　fault；　you　see；　so　what　does　it　matter　to　you！　Kiss　me；”　said　Sonya。
Natasha　raised　her　head；　and　kissing　her　friend　on　the　lips；　pressed　her　wet　face　against　her。
“I　can’t　say；　I　don’t　know。　It’s　no　one’s　fault；”　said　Natasha；　“it’s　my　fault。　But　it’s　all　awfully　painful。　Oh；　why　doesn’t　he　come？…”
She　went　down　to　dinner　with　red　eyes。　Marya　Dmitryevna；　who　had　heard　how　the　old　prince　had　received　the　Rostovs；　pretended　not　to　notice　Natasha’s　troubled　face；　and　kept　up　a　loud；　jesting　conversation　at　table　with　the　count　and　the　other　guests。


Chapter　8
THAT　EVENING　the　Rostovs　went　to　the　opera；　for　which　Marya　Dmitryevna　had　obtained　them　a　box。
Natasha　had　no　wish　to　go；　but　it　was　impossible　to　refuse　after　Marya　Dmitryevna’s　kindness；　especially　as　it　had　been　arranged　expressly　for　her。　When　she　was　dressed　and　waiting　for　her　father　in　the　big　hall；　she　looked　at　herself　in　the　big　looking…glass；　and　saw　that　she　was　looking　pretty；　very　pretty。　She　felt　even　sadder；　but　it　was　a　sweet　and　tender　sadness。
“My　God；　if　he　were　only　here；　I　wouldn’t　have　any　stupid　shyness　of　something　as　I　used　to；　but　in　quite　a　new　way；　simply；　I　would　embrace　him；　press　close　to　him；　force　him　to　look　at　me　with　those　scrutinising；　inquisitive　eyes；　with　which　he　used　so　often　to　look　at　me；　and　then　I　would　mak