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Nicholas
was
silent
and
agreed
with
her
.
Her
brother
often
wondered
as
he
looked
at
her
.
She
did
not
seem
at
all
like
a
girl
in
love
and
parted
from
her
affianced
husband
.
She
was
even-tempered
and
calm
and
quite
as
cheerful
as
of
old
.
This
amazed
Nicholas
and
even
made
him
regard
Bolkónski
's
courtship
skeptically
.
He
could
not
believe
that
her
fate
was
sealed
,
especially
as
he
had
not
seen
her
with
Prince
Andrew
.
It
always
seemed
to
him
that
there
was
something
not
quite
right
about
this
intended
marriage
.
"
Why
this
delay
?
Why
no
betrothal
?
"
he
thought
Once
,
when
he
had
touched
on
this
topic
with
his
mother
,
he
discovered
,
to
his
surprise
and
somewhat
to
his
satisfaction
,
that
in
the
depth
of
her
soul
she
too
had
doubts
about
this
marriage
.
"
You
see
he
writes
,
"
said
she
,
showing
her
son
a
letter
of
Prince
Andrew
's
,
with
that
latent
grudge
a
mother
always
has
in
regard
to
a
daughter
's
future
married
happiness
,
"
he
writes
that
he
wo
n't
come
before
December
.
What
can
be
keeping
him
?
Illness
,
probably
!
His
health
is
very
delicate
.
Do
n't
tell
Natásha
.
And
do
n't
attach
importance
to
her
being
so
bright
:
that
's
because
she
's
living
through
the
last
days
of
her
girlhood
,
but
I
know
what
she
is
like
every
time
we
receive
a
letter
from
him
!
However
,
God
grant
that
everything
turns
out
well
!
"
(
She
always
ended
with
these
words
.
)
"
He
is
an
excellent
man
!
"
After
reaching
home
Nicholas
was
at
first
serious
and
even
dull
.
He
was
worried
by
the
impending
necessity
of
interfering
in
the
stupid
business
matters
for
which
his
mother
had
called
him
home
.
To
throw
off
this
burden
as
quickly
as
possible
,
on
the
third
day
after
his
arrival
he
went
,
angry
and
scowling
and
without
answering
questions
as
to
where
he
was
going
,
to
Mítenka
's
lodge
and
demanded
an
account
of
everything
.
But
what
an
account
of
everything
might
be
Nicholas
knew
even
less
than
the
frightened
and
bewildered
Mítenka
.
The
conversation
and
the
examination
of
the
accounts
with
Mítenka
did
not
last
long
.
The
village
elder
,
a
peasant
delegate
,
and
the
village
clerk
,
who
were
waiting
in
the
passage
,
heard
with
fear
and
delight
first
the
young
count
's
voice
roaring
and
snapping
and
rising
louder
and
louder
,
and
then
words
of
abuse
,
dreadful
words
,
ejaculated
one
after
the
other
.
"
Robber
!
...
Ungrateful
wretch
!
...
I
'll
hack
the
dog
to
pieces
!
I
'm
not
my
father
!
...
Robbing
us
!
...
"
and
so
on
.
Then
with
no
less
fear
and
delight
they
saw
how
the
young
count
,
red
in
the
face
and
with
bloodshot
eyes
,
dragged
Mítenka
out
by
the
scruff
of
the
neck
and
applied
his
foot
and
knee
to
his
behind
with
great
agility
at
convenient
moments
between
the
words
,
shouting
,
"
Be
off
!
Never
let
me
see
your
face
here
again
,
you
villain
!
"
Mítenka
flew
headlong
down
the
six
steps
and
ran
away
into
the
shrubbery
.
(
This
shrubbery
was
a
well-known
haven
of
refuge
for
culprits
at
Otrádnoe
.
Mítenka
himself
,
returning
tipsy
from
the
town
,
used
to
hide
there
,
and
many
of
the
residents
at
Otrádnoe
,
hiding
from
Mítenka
,
knew
of
its
protective
qualities
.
)
