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"
I
have
known
you
a
long
time
,
you
see
,
and
am
as
fond
of
you
as
of
a
brother
,
"
she
said
.
"
How
do
you
find
Andrew
?
"
she
added
hurriedly
,
not
giving
him
time
to
reply
to
her
affectionate
words
.
"
I
am
very
anxious
about
him
.
His
health
was
better
in
the
winter
,
but
last
spring
his
wound
reopened
and
the
doctor
said
he
ought
to
go
away
for
a
cure
.
And
I
am
also
very
much
afraid
for
him
spiritually
.
He
has
not
a
character
like
us
women
who
,
when
we
suffer
,
can
weep
away
our
sorrows
.
He
keeps
it
all
within
him
.
Today
he
is
cheerful
and
in
good
spirits
,
but
that
is
the
effect
of
your
visit
--
he
is
not
often
like
that
.
If
you
could
persuade
him
to
go
abroad
.
He
needs
activity
,
and
this
quiet
regular
life
is
very
bad
for
him
.
Others
do
n't
notice
it
,
but
I
see
it
.
"
Toward
ten
o'clock
the
men
servants
rushed
to
the
front
door
,
hearing
the
bells
of
the
old
prince
's
carriage
approaching
.
Prince
Andrew
and
Pierre
also
went
out
into
the
porch
.
"
Who
's
that
?
"
asked
the
old
prince
,
noticing
Pierre
as
he
got
out
of
the
carriage
.
"
Ah
!
Very
glad
!
Kiss
me
,
"
he
said
,
having
learned
who
the
young
stranger
was
.
The
old
prince
was
in
a
good
temper
and
very
gracious
to
Pierre
.
Before
supper
,
Prince
Andrew
,
coming
back
to
his
father
's
study
,
found
him
disputing
hotly
with
his
visitor
.
Pierre
was
maintaining
that
a
time
would
come
when
there
would
be
no
more
wars
.
The
old
prince
disputed
it
chaffingly
,
but
without
getting
angry
.
"
Drain
the
blood
from
men
's
veins
and
put
in
water
instead
,
then
there
will
be
no
more
war
!
Old
women
's
nonsense
--
old
women
's
nonsense
!
"
he
repeated
,
but
still
he
patted
Pierre
affectionately
on
the
shoulder
,
and
then
went
up
to
the
table
where
Prince
Andrew
,
evidently
not
wishing
to
join
in
the
conversation
,
was
looking
over
the
papers
his
father
had
brought
from
town
.
The
old
prince
went
up
to
him
and
began
to
talk
business
.
"
The
marshal
,
a
Count
Rostóv
,
has
n't
sent
half
his
contingent
.
He
came
to
town
and
wanted
to
invite
me
to
dinner
--
I
gave
him
a
pretty
dinner
!
...
And
there
,
look
at
this
...
Well
,
my
boy
,
"
the
old
prince
went
on
,
addressing
his
son
and
patting
Pierre
on
the
shoulder
"
A
fine
fellow
--
your
friend
--
I
like
him
!
He
stirs
me
up
.
Another
says
clever
things
and
one
does
n't
care
to
listen
,
but
this
one
talks
rubbish
yet
stirs
an
old
fellow
up
.
Well
,
go
!
Get
along
!
Perhaps
I
'll
come
and
sit
with
you
at
supper
.
We
'll
have
another
dispute
.
Make
friends
with
my
little
fool
,
Princess
Mary
,
"
he
shouted
after
Pierre
,
through
the
door
.
