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Apraksins' I heard a lady asking, 'Is that the famous Prince Andrew?' I did indeed." She laughed. "He is so well received everywhere. He might easily become aide–de–camp to the Emperor. You know the Emperor spoke to him most graciously. Annette and I were speaking of how to arrange it. What do you think?"
    Pierre looked at his friend and, noticing that he did not like the conversation, gave no reply.
    "When are you starting?" he asked.
    "Oh, don't speak of his going, don't! I won't hear it spoken of," said the princess in the same petulantly playful tone in which she had spoken to Hippolyte in the drawing room and which was so plainly ill–suited to the family circle of which Pierre was almost a member. "Today when I remembered that all these delightful associations must be broken off… and then you know, Andre…" (she looked significantly at her husband) "I'm afraid, I'm afraid!" she whispered, and a shudder ran down her back.
    Her husband looked at her as if surprised to notice that someone besides Pierre and himself was in the room, and addressed her in a tone of frigid politeness.
    "What is it you are afraid of, Lise? I don't understand," said he.
    "There, what egotists men all are: all, all egotists! Just for a whim of his own, goodness only knows why, he leaves me and locks me up alone in the country."
    "With my father and sister, remember," said Prince Andrew gently.
    "Alone all the same, without my friends… And he expects me not to be afraid."
    Her tone was now querulous and her lip drawn up, giving her not a joyful, but an animal, squirrel–like expression. She paused as if she felt it indecorous to speak of her pregnancy before Pierre, though the gist of the matter lay in that.
    "I still can't understand what you are afraid of," said Prince Andrew slowly, not taking his eyes off his wife.
    The princess blushed, and raised her arms with a gesture of despair.
    "No, Andrew, I must say you have changed. Oh, how you have…"
    "Your doctor tells you to go to bed earlier," said Prince Andrew. "You had better go."
    The princess said nothing, but suddenly her short downy lip quivered. Prince Andrew rose, shrugged his shoulders, and walked about the room.
    Pierre looked over his spectacles with naive surprise, now at him and now at her, moved as if about to rise too, but changed his mind.
    "Why should I mind Monsieur Pierre being here?" exclaimed the little princess suddenly, her pretty face all at once distorted by a tearful grimace. "I have long wanted to ask you, Andrew, why you have changed so to me? What have I done to you? You are going to the war and have no pity for me. Why is it?"
    "Lise!" was all Prince Andrew said. But that one word expressed an entreaty, a threat, and above all conviction that she would herself regret her words. But she went on hurriedly:
    "You treat me like an invalid or a child. I see it all! Did you behave like that six months ago?"
    "Lise, I beg you to desist," said Prince Andrew still more emphatically.
    Pierre, who had been growing more and more agitated as he listened to all this, rose and approached the princess. He seemed unable to bear the sight of tears and was ready to cry himself.
    "Calm yourself, Princess! It seems so to you because… I assure you I myself have experienced… and so… because… No, excuse me! An outsider is out of place here… No, don't distress yourself… Good–by!"
    Prince Andrew caught him by the hand.
    "No, wait, Pierre! The princess is too kind to wish to deprive me of the pleasure of spending the evening with you."
    "No, he thinks only of himself," muttered the princess without restraining her angry tears.
    "Lise!" said Prince Andrew dryly, raising his voice to the pitch which indicates that patience is exhausted.
    Suddenly the angry, squirrel–like expression of the princess' pretty face changed into a winning and piteous look of fear. Her beautiful eyes glanced askance at her husband's face, and her own assumed the timid, deprecating