"Troubles, troubles, mydearfellow!" hesaidtoPierre."Whattroublesonehaswiththesegirlswithouttheirmother! Idosoregrethavingcomehere....? It', butstill, withhisfather'sdisapprovaltheywouldn'thavebeenhappy, andNatashawon', ithasbeengoingonsolong, andtotakesuchastepwithoutfather'sormother'sconsent! Andnowshe'sill, andGodknowswhat! It'shard, Count, hardtomanagedaughtersintheirmother'sabsence...."
Pierresawthatthecountwasmuchupsetandtriedtochangethesubject, butthecountreturnedtohistroubles.
Sonyaenteredtheroomwithanagitatedface.
"Natashaisnotquitewell; she'."
"Yes, youareagreatfriendofBolkonski's, nodoubtshewantstosendhimamessage," saidthecount."Ohdear! Ohdear! Howhappyitallwas!"
Andclutchingthesparegraylocksonhistemplesthecountlefttheroom.
WhenMaryaDmitrievnatoldNatashathatAnatolewasmarried, 'sroom.
Natasha, paleandstern, wassittingbesideMaryaDmitrievna, andhereyes, glitteringfeverishly, , butonlygazedfixedlyathim, andherlookaskedonlyonething: washeafriend, orliketheothersanenemyinregardtoAnatole? AsforPierre, heevidentlydidnotexistforher.
"Heknowsallaboutit," saidMaryaDmitrievnapointingtoPierreandaddressingNatasha."LethimtellyouwhetherIhavetoldthetruth."
Natashalookedfromonetotheotherasahuntedandwoundedanimallooksattheapproachingdogsandsportsmen.
"NatalyaIlynichna," Pierrebegan, droppinghiseyeswithafeelingofpityforherandloathingforthethinghehadtodo, "whetheritistrueornotshouldmakenodifferencetoyou, because..."
"Thenitisnottruethathe'smarried!"
"Yes, itistrue."
"Hashebeenmarriedlong?" sheasked."Onyourhonor?..."
Pierregavehiswordofhonor.
"Ishestillhere?" sheasked, quickly.
"Yes, Ihavejustseenhim."
Shewasevidentlyunabletospeakandmadeasignwithherhandsthattheyshouldleaveheralone.
