Butthishappinessononesideofherspiritualnaturedidnotpreventherfeelinggriefforherbrotherwithfullforce; onthecontrary, , astheylookedathercareworn, despairingface, , whichshetooksoactivelyinhand, savedherforawhilefromhergriefandgaveherstrength.
Asalwayshappenswhentraveling, PrincessMarythoughtonlyofthejourneyitself, —notaftermanydays, butthatveryevening—againpresenteditselftoherandheragitationincreasedtoitsutmostlimit.
ThecourierwhohadbeensentoninadvancetofindoutwheretheRostovswerestayinginYaroslavl, andinwhatconditionPrinceAndrewwas, whenhemetthebigcoachjustenteringthetowngateswasappalledbytheterriblepalloroftheprincess' facethatlookedoutathimfromthewindow.
"Ihavefoundouteverything, yourexcellency: theRostovsarestayingatthemerchantBronnikov'shouse, intheSquarenotfarfromhere, rightabovetheVolga," saidthecourier.
PrincessMarylookedathimwithfrightenedinquiry, notunderstandingwhyhedidnotreplytowhatshechieflywantedtoknow: howwasherbrother? MademoiselleBourienneputthatquestionforher.
"Howistheprince?" sheasked.
"Hisexcellencyisstayinginthesamehousewiththem."
"Thenheisalive," thoughtPrincessMary, andaskedinalowvoice: "Howishe?"
"Theservantssayheisstillthesame."
What "stillthesame" mightmeanPrincessMarydidnotask, butwithanunnoticedglanceatlittleseven-year-oldNicholas, whowassittinginfrontofherlookingwithpleasureatthetown, shebowedherheadanddidnotraiseitagaintilltheheavycoach, rumbling, shakingandswaying, .
