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Pierre
had
been
educated
abroad
,
and
this
reception
at
Anna
Pávlovna
's
was
the
first
he
had
attended
in
Russia
.
He
knew
that
all
the
intellectual
lights
of
Petersburg
were
gathered
there
and
,
like
a
child
in
a
toyshop
,
did
not
know
which
way
to
look
,
afraid
of
missing
any
clever
conversation
that
was
to
be
heard
.
Seeing
the
self-confident
and
refined
expression
on
the
faces
of
those
present
he
was
always
expecting
to
hear
something
very
profound
.
At
last
he
came
up
to
Morio
.
Here
the
conversation
seemed
interesting
and
he
stood
waiting
for
an
opportunity
to
express
his
own
views
,
as
young
people
are
fond
of
doing
.
Anna
Pávlovna
's
reception
was
in
full
swing
.
The
spindles
hummed
steadily
and
ceaselessly
on
all
sides
.
With
the
exception
of
the
aunt
,
beside
whom
sat
only
one
elderly
lady
,
who
with
her
thin
careworn
face
was
rather
out
of
place
in
this
brilliant
society
,
the
whole
company
had
settled
into
three
groups
.
One
,
chiefly
masculine
,
had
formed
round
the
abbé
.
Another
,
of
young
people
,
was
grouped
round
the
beautiful
Princess
Hélène
,
Prince
Vasíli
's
daughter
,
and
the
little
Princess
Bolkónskaya
,
very
pretty
and
rosy
,
though
rather
too
plump
for
her
age
.
The
third
group
was
gathered
round
Mortemart
and
Anna
Pávlovna
.
The
vicomte
was
a
nice-looking
young
man
with
soft
features
and
polished
manners
,
who
evidently
considered
himself
a
celebrity
but
out
of
politeness
modestly
placed
himself
at
the
disposal
of
the
circle
in
which
he
found
himself
.
Anna
Pávlovna
was
obviously
serving
him
up
as
a
treat
to
her
guests
.
As
a
clever
maître
d'hôtel
serves
up
as
a
specially
choice
delicacy
a
piece
of
meat
that
no
one
who
had
seen
it
in
the
kitchen
would
have
cared
to
eat
,
so
Anna
Pávlovna
served
up
to
her
guests
,
first
the
vicomte
and
then
the
abbé
,
as
peculiarly
choice
morsels
.
The
group
about
Mortemart
immediately
began
discussing
the
murder
of
the
Duc
d'Enghien
.
The
vicomte
said
that
the
Duc
d'Enghien
had
perished
by
his
own
magnanimity
,
and
that
there
were
particular
reasons
for
Buonaparte
's
hatred
of
him
.
"
Ah
,
yes
!
Do
tell
us
all
about
it
,
Vicomte
,
"
said
Anna
Pávlovna
,
with
a
pleasant
feeling
that
there
was
something
à
la
Louis
XV
in
the
sound
of
that
sentence
:
"
Contez
nous
çela
,
Vicomte
.
"
The
vicomte
bowed
and
smiled
courteously
in
token
of
his
willingness
to
comply
.
Anna
Pávlovna
arranged
a
group
round
him
,
inviting
everyone
to
listen
to
his
tale
.
"
The
vicomte
knew
the
duc
personally
,
"
whispered
Anna
Pávlovna
to
one
of
the
guests
.
"
The
vicomte
is
a
wonderful
raconteur
,
"
said
she
to
another
.
"
How
evidently
he
belongs
to
the
best
society
,
"
said
she
to
a
third
;
and
the
vicomte
was
served
up
to
the
company
in
the
choicest
and
most
advantageous
style
,
like
a
well-garnished
joint
of
roast
beef
on
a
hot
dish
.
The
vicomte
wished
to
begin
his
story
and
gave
a
subtle
smile
.
"
Come
over
here
,
Hélène
,
dear
,
"
said
Anna
Pávlovna
to
the
beautiful
young
princess
who
was
sitting
some
way
off
,
the
center
of
another
group
.
The
princess
smiled
.
She
rose
with
the
same
unchanging
smile
with
which
she
had
first
entered
the
room
--
the
smile
of
a
perfectly
beautiful
woman
.
With
a
slight
rustle
of
her
white
dress
trimmed
with
moss
and
ivy
,
with
a
gleam
of
white
shoulders
,
glossy
hair
,
and
sparkling
diamonds
,
she
passed
between
the
men
who
made
way
for
her
,
not
looking
at
any
of
them
but
smiling
on
all
,
as
if
graciously
allowing
each
the
privilege
of
admiring
her
beautiful
figure
and
shapely
shoulders
,
back
,
and
bosom
--
which
in
the
fashion
of
those
days
were
very
much
exposed
--
and
she
seemed
to
bring
the
glamour
of
a
ballroom
with
her
as
she
moved
toward
Anna
Pávlovna
.
Hélène
was
so
lovely
that
not
only
did
she
not
show
any
trace
of
coquetry
,
but
on
the
contrary
she
even
appeared
shy
of
her
unquestionable
and
all
too
victorious
beauty
.
She
seemed
to
wish
,
but
to
be
unable
,
to
diminish
its
effect
.
