"Yes, yes! Whoelseshoulditbe? Ishouldneverhavebelievedit, , butIwouldnotexchangeeventhattormentforanythingintheworld, , butIcan'tlivewithouther! Butcansheloveme?...Iamtoooldforher....Whydon'tyouspeak?"
"I? I? WhatdidItellyou?" saidPierresuddenly, risingandbeginningtopaceupanddowntheroom."Ialwaysthoughtit....Thatgirlissuchatreasure...sheisararegirl....Mydearfriend, Ientreatyou, don'tphilosophize, don'tdoubt, marry, marry, marry....AndIamsuretherewillnotbeahappiermanthanyou."
"Butwhatofher?"
"Shelovesyou."
"Don'ttalkrubbish..." saidPrinceAndrew, smilingandlookingintoPierre'seyes.
"Shedoes, Iknow," Pierrecriedfiercely.
"Butdolisten," returnedPrinceAndrew, holdinghimbythearm."DoyouknowtheconditionIamin? Imusttalkaboutittosomeone."
"Well, goon, ," saidPierre, andhisfacereallychanged, hisbrowbecamesmooth, , andreallywas, quiteadifferent, , hiscontemptforlife, hisdisillusionment? Pierrewastheonlypersontowhomhemadeuphismindtospeakopenly; , saidhecouldnotsacrificehisownhappinesstohisfather'scaprice, andspokeofhowhewouldeithermakehisfatherconsenttothismarriageandloveher, orwoulddowithouthisconsent; thenhemarveledatthefeelingthathadmasteredhimasatsomethingstrange, apartfromandindependentofhimself.
"IshouldnothavebelievedanyonewhotoldmethatIwascapableofsuchlove," saidPrinceAndrew.": onehalfisshe, andthereallisjoy, hope, light: theotherhalfiseverythingwheresheisnot, andthereisallgloomanddarkness...."
"Darknessandgloom," reiteratedPierre: "yes, yes, Iunderstandthat."
"Icannothelplovingthelight, ! Youunderstandme? Iknowyouaregladformysake."
"Yes, yes," Pierreassented, 'slotappearedtohim, thegloomierseemedhisown.
