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"
And
she
is
such
a
grande
dame
,
so
kind
,
and
evidently
likes
me
so
much
.
And
why
not
enjoy
myself
?
"
thought
Natásha
,
gazing
at
Hélène
with
wide-open
,
wondering
eyes
.
Márya
Dmítrievna
came
back
to
dinner
taciturn
and
serious
,
having
evidently
suffered
a
defeat
at
the
old
prince
's
.
She
was
still
too
agitated
by
the
encounter
to
be
able
to
talk
of
the
affair
calmly
.
In
answer
to
the
count
's
inquiries
she
replied
that
things
were
all
right
and
that
she
would
tell
about
it
next
day
.
On
hearing
of
Countess
Bezúkhova
's
visit
and
the
invitation
for
that
evening
,
Márya
Dmítrievna
remarked
:
"
I
do
n't
care
to
have
anything
to
do
with
Bezúkhova
and
do
n't
advise
you
to
;
however
,
if
you
've
promised
--
go
.
It
will
divert
your
thoughts
,
"
she
added
,
addressing
Natásha
.
Count
Rostóv
took
the
girls
to
Countess
Bezúkhova
's
.
There
were
a
good
many
people
there
,
but
nearly
all
strangers
to
Natásha
.
Count
Rostóv
was
displeased
to
see
that
the
company
consisted
almost
entirely
of
men
and
women
known
for
the
freedom
of
their
conduct
.
Mademoiselle
George
was
standing
in
a
corner
of
the
drawing
room
surrounded
by
young
men
.
There
were
several
Frenchmen
present
,
among
them
Métivier
who
from
the
time
Hélène
reached
Moscow
had
been
an
intimate
in
her
house
.
The
count
decided
not
to
sit
down
to
cards
or
let
his
girls
out
of
his
sight
and
to
get
away
as
soon
as
Mademoiselle
George
's
performance
was
over
.
Anatole
was
at
the
door
,
evidently
on
the
lookout
for
the
Rostóvs
.
Immediately
after
greeting
the
count
he
went
up
to
Natásha
and
followed
her
.
As
soon
as
she
saw
him
she
was
seized
by
the
same
feeling
she
had
had
at
the
opera
--
gratified
vanity
at
his
admiration
of
her
and
fear
at
the
absence
of
a
moral
barrier
between
them
.
Hélène
welcomed
Natásha
delightedly
and
was
loud
in
admiration
of
her
beauty
and
her
dress
.
Soon
after
their
arrival
Mademoiselle
George
went
out
of
the
room
to
change
her
costume
.
In
the
drawing
room
people
began
arranging
the
chairs
and
taking
their
seats
.
Anatole
moved
a
chair
for
Natásha
and
was
about
to
sit
down
beside
her
,
but
the
count
,
who
never
lost
sight
of
her
,
took
the
seat
himself
.
Anatole
sat
down
behind
her
.
Mademoiselle
George
,
with
her
bare
,
fat
,
dimpled
arms
,
and
a
red
shawl
draped
over
one
shoulder
,
came
into
the
space
left
vacant
for
her
,
and
assumed
an
unnatural
pose
.
Enthusiastic
whispering
was
audible
.
Mademoiselle
George
looked
sternly
and
gloomily
at
the
audience
and
began
reciting
some
French
verses
describing
her
guilty
love
for
her
son
.
In
some
places
she
raised
her
voice
,
in
others
she
whispered
,
lifting
her
head
triumphantly
;
sometimes
she
paused
and
uttered
hoarse
sounds
,
rolling
her
eyes
.
"
Adorable
!
divine
!
delicious
!
"
was
heard
from
every
side
.
Natásha
looked
at
the
fat
actress
,
but
neither
saw
nor
heard
nor
understood
anything
of
what
went
on
before
her
.
She
only
felt
herself
again
completely
borne
away
into
this
strange
senseless
world
--
so
remote
from
her
old
world
--
a
world
in
which
it
was
impossible
to
know
what
was
good
or
bad
,
reasonable
or
senseless
.
Behind
her
sat
Anatole
,
and
conscious
of
his
proximity
she
experienced
a
frightened
sense
of
expectancy
.
