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"
My
dear
,
really
...
it
's
better
not
to
wake
him
...
he
's
asleep
,
"
said
the
princess
in
a
tone
of
entreaty
.
Prince
Andrew
got
up
and
went
on
tiptoe
up
to
the
little
bed
,
wineglass
in
hand
.
"
Perhaps
we
'd
really
better
not
wake
him
,
"
he
said
hesitating
.
"
As
you
please
...
really
...
I
think
so
...
but
as
you
please
,
"
said
Princess
Mary
,
evidently
intimidated
and
confused
that
her
opinion
had
prevailed
.
She
drew
her
brother
's
attention
to
the
maid
who
was
calling
him
in
a
whisper
.
It
was
the
second
night
that
neither
of
them
had
slept
,
watching
the
boy
who
was
in
a
high
fever
.
These
last
days
,
mistrusting
their
household
doctor
and
expecting
another
for
whom
they
had
sent
to
town
,
they
had
been
trying
first
one
remedy
and
then
another
.
Worn
out
by
sleeplessness
and
anxiety
they
threw
their
burden
of
sorrow
on
one
another
and
reproached
and
disputed
with
each
other
.
"
Pétrusha
has
come
with
papers
from
your
father
,
"
whispered
the
maid
.
Prince
Andrew
went
out
.
"
Devil
take
them
!
"
he
muttered
,
and
after
listening
to
the
verbal
instructions
his
father
had
sent
and
taking
the
correspondence
and
his
father
's
letter
,
he
returned
to
the
nursery
.
"
Well
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Still
the
same
.
Wait
,
for
heaven
's
sake
.
