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"
Well
,
then
,
au
revoir
!
"
said
the
count
,
and
went
out
of
the
room
.
"
Why
are
you
going
?
Why
are
you
upset
?
"
asked
Natásha
,
and
she
looked
challengingly
into
Pierre
's
eyes
.
"
Because
I
love
you
!
"
was
what
he
wanted
to
say
,
but
he
did
not
say
it
,
and
only
blushed
till
the
tears
came
,
and
lowered
his
eyes
.
"
Because
it
is
better
for
me
to
come
less
often
.
.
because
...
No
,
simply
I
have
business
...
"
"
Why
?
No
,
tell
me
!
"
Natásha
began
resolutely
and
suddenly
stopped
.
They
looked
at
each
other
with
dismayed
and
embarrassed
faces
.
He
tried
to
smile
but
could
not
:
his
smile
expressed
suffering
,
and
he
silently
kissed
her
hand
and
went
out
.
Pierre
made
up
his
mind
not
to
go
to
the
Rostóvs
'
any
more
.
After
the
definite
refusal
he
had
received
,
Pétya
went
to
his
room
and
there
locked
himself
in
and
wept
bitterly
.
When
he
came
in
to
tea
,
silent
,
morose
,
and
with
tear-stained
face
,
everybody
pretended
not
to
notice
anything
.
Next
day
the
Emperor
arrived
in
Moscow
,
and
several
of
the
Rostóvs
'
domestic
serfs
begged
permission
to
go
to
have
a
look
at
him
.
That
morning
Pétya
was
a
long
time
dressing
and
arranging
his
hair
and
collar
to
look
like
a
grown-up
man
.
He
frowned
before
his
looking
glass
,
gesticulated
,
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
and
finally
,
without
saying
a
word
to
anyone
,
took
his
cap
and
left
the
house
by
the
back
door
,
trying
to
avoid
notice
.
Pétya
decided
to
go
straight
to
where
the
Emperor
was
and
to
explain
frankly
to
some
gentleman-in-waiting
(
he
imagined
the
Emperor
to
be
always
surrounded
by
gentlemen-in-waiting
)
that
he
,
Count
Rostóv
,
in
spite
of
his
youth
wished
to
serve
his
country
;
that
youth
could
be
no
hindrance
to
loyalty
,
and
that
he
was
ready
to
...
While
dressing
,
Pétya
had
prepared
many
fine
things
he
meant
to
say
to
the
gentleman-in-waiting
.
