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But
when
on
Sunday
after
church
the
footman
announced
in
the
drawing
room
that
Count
Rostóv
had
called
,
the
princess
showed
no
confusion
,
only
a
slight
blush
suffused
her
cheeks
and
her
eyes
lit
up
with
a
new
and
radiant
light
.
"
You
have
met
him
,
Aunt
?
"
said
she
in
a
calm
voice
,
unable
herself
to
understand
that
she
could
be
outwardly
so
calm
and
natural
.
When
Rostóv
entered
the
room
,
the
princess
dropped
her
eyes
for
an
instant
,
as
if
to
give
the
visitor
time
to
greet
her
aunt
,
and
then
just
as
Nicholas
turned
to
her
she
raised
her
head
and
met
his
look
with
shining
eyes
.
With
a
movement
full
of
dignity
and
grace
she
half
rose
with
a
smile
of
pleasure
,
held
out
her
slender
,
delicate
hand
to
him
,
and
began
to
speak
in
a
voice
in
which
for
the
first
time
new
deep
womanly
notes
vibrated
.
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
who
was
in
the
drawing
room
,
looked
at
Princess
Mary
in
bewildered
surprise
.
Herself
a
consummate
coquette
,
she
could
not
have
maneuvered
better
on
meeting
a
man
she
wished
to
attract
.
"
Either
black
is
particularly
becoming
to
her
or
she
really
has
greatly
improved
without
my
having
noticed
it
.
And
above
all
,
what
tact
and
grace
!
"
thought
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
.
Had
Princess
Mary
been
capable
of
reflection
at
that
moment
,
she
would
have
been
more
surprised
than
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
at
the
change
that
had
taken
place
in
herself
.
From
the
moment
she
recognized
that
dear
,
loved
face
,
a
new
life
force
took
possession
of
her
and
compelled
her
to
speak
and
act
apart
from
her
own
will
.
From
the
time
Rostóv
entered
,
her
face
became
suddenly
transformed
.
It
was
as
if
a
light
had
been
kindled
in
a
carved
and
painted
lantern
and
the
intricate
,
skillful
,
artistic
work
on
its
sides
,
that
previously
seemed
dark
,
coarse
,
and
meaningless
,
was
suddenly
shown
up
in
unexpected
and
striking
beauty
.
For
the
first
time
all
that
pure
,
spiritual
,
inward
travail
through
which
she
had
lived
appeared
on
the
surface
.
All
her
inward
labor
,
her
dissatisfaction
with
herself
,
her
sufferings
,
her
strivings
after
goodness
,
her
meekness
,
love
,
and
self-sacrifice
--
all
this
now
shone
in
those
radiant
eyes
,
in
her
delicate
smile
,
and
in
every
trait
of
her
gentle
face
.
Rostóv
saw
all
this
as
clearly
as
if
he
had
known
her
whole
life
.
He
felt
that
the
being
before
him
was
quite
different
from
,
and
better
than
,
anyone
he
had
met
before
,
and
above
all
better
than
himself
.
Their
conversation
was
very
simple
and
unimportant
.
They
spoke
of
the
war
,
and
like
everyone
else
unconsciously
exaggerated
their
sorrow
about
it
;
they
spoke
of
their
last
meeting
--
Nicholas
trying
to
change
the
subject
--
they
talked
of
the
governor
's
kind
wife
,
of
Nicholas
'
relations
,
and
of
Princess
Mary
's
.
She
did
not
talk
about
her
brother
,
diverting
the
conversation
as
soon
as
her
aunt
mentioned
Andrew
.
Evidently
she
could
speak
of
Russia
's
misfortunes
with
a
certain
artificiality
,
but
her
brother
was
too
near
her
heart
and
she
neither
could
nor
would
speak
lightly
of
him
.
Nicholas
noticed
this
,
as
he
noticed
every
shade
of
Princess
Mary
's
character
with
an
observation
unusual
to
him
,
and
everything
confirmed
his
conviction
that
she
was
a
quite
unusual
and
extraordinary
being
.
Nicholas
blushed
and
was
confused
when
people
spoke
to
him
about
the
princess
(
as
she
did
when
he
was
mentioned
)
and
even
when
he
thought
of
her
,
but
in
her
presence
he
felt
quite
at
ease
,
and
said
not
at
all
what
he
had
prepared
,
but
what
,
quite
appropriately
,
occurred
to
him
at
the
moment
.
