"ThisiswhatIwant, mydearfellow," saidthecounttothedeferentialyoungmanwhohadentered."Bringme..." hereflectedamoment, "yes, bringmesevenhundredrubles, yes! Butmind, don'tbringmesuchtatteredanddirtynotesaslasttime, butnicecleanonesforthecountess."
"Yes, Dmitri, cleanones, please," saidthecountess, sighingdeeply.
"Whenwouldyoulikethem, yourexcellency?"askedDmitri."Allowmetoinformyou...But, don'tbeuneasy," headded, noticingthatthecountwasbeginningtobreatheheavilyandquicklywhichwasalwaysasignofapproachinganger."Iwasforgetting...Doyouwishitbroughtatonce?"
"Yes, yes; justso! ."
"WhatatreasurethatDmitriis," addedthecountwithasmilewhentheyoungmanhaddeparted."Thereisneverany 'impossible' 'sathingIhate! Everythingispossible."
"Ah, money, Count, money! Howmuchsorrowitcausesintheworld," saidthecountess."ButIamingreatneedofthissum."
"You, mylittlecountess, areanotoriousspendthrift," saidthecount, andhavingkissedhiswife'shandhewentbacktohisstudy.
WhenAnnaMikhaylovnareturnedfromCountBezukhov'sthemoney, allincleannotes, waslyingreadyunderahandkerchiefonthecountess' littletable, andAnnaMikhaylovnanoticedthatsomethingwasagitatingher.
"Well, mydear?" askedthecountess.
"Oh, whataterriblestateheisin! Onewouldnotknowhim, heissoill! Iwasonlythereafewmomentsandhardlysaidaword..."
"Annette, forheaven'ssakedon'trefuseme," thecountessbegan, withablushthatlookedverystrangeonherthin, dignified, elderlyface, andshetookthemoneyfromunderthehandkerchief.
AnnaMikhaylovnainstantlyguessedherintentionandstoopedtobereadytoembracethecountessattheappropriatemoment.
"ThisisforBorisfromme, forhisoutfit."
, andbecausetheywerekindhearted, andbecausethey—friendsfromchildhood—hadtothinkaboutsuchabasethingasmoney, andbecausetheiryouthwasover....Butthosetearswerepleasanttothemboth.
