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It
was
plain
that
l'amour
which
the
Frenchman
was
so
fond
of
was
not
that
low
and
simple
kind
that
Pierre
had
once
felt
for
his
wife
,
nor
was
it
the
romantic
love
stimulated
by
himself
that
he
experienced
for
Natásha
.
(
Ramballe
despised
both
these
kinds
of
love
equally
:
the
one
he
considered
the
"
love
of
clodhoppers
"
and
the
other
the
"
love
of
simpletons
.
"
)
L'amour
which
the
Frenchman
worshiped
consisted
principally
in
the
unnaturalness
of
his
relation
to
the
woman
and
in
a
combination
of
incongruities
giving
the
chief
charm
to
the
feeling
.
Thus
the
captain
touchingly
recounted
the
story
of
his
love
for
a
fascinating
marquise
of
thirty-five
and
at
the
same
time
for
a
charming
,
innocent
child
of
seventeen
,
daughter
of
the
bewitching
marquise
.
The
conflict
of
magnanimity
between
the
mother
and
the
daughter
,
ending
in
the
mother
's
sacrificing
herself
and
offering
her
daughter
in
marriage
to
her
lover
,
even
now
agitated
the
captain
,
though
it
was
the
memory
of
a
distant
past
.
Then
he
recounted
an
episode
in
which
the
husband
played
the
part
of
the
lover
,
and
he
--
the
lover
--
assumed
the
role
of
the
husband
,
as
well
as
several
droll
incidents
from
his
recollections
of
Germany
,
where
"
shelter
"
is
called
Unterkunft
and
where
the
husbands
eat
sauerkraut
and
the
young
girls
are
"
too
blonde
.
"
Finally
,
the
latest
episode
in
Poland
still
fresh
in
the
captain
's
memory
,
and
which
he
narrated
with
rapid
gestures
and
glowing
face
,
was
of
how
he
had
saved
the
life
of
a
Pole
(
in
general
,
the
saving
of
life
continually
occurred
in
the
captain
's
stories
)
and
the
Pole
had
entrusted
to
him
his
enchanting
wife
(
parisienne
de
cœur
)
while
himself
entering
the
French
service
.
The
captain
was
happy
,
the
enchanting
Polish
lady
wished
to
elope
with
him
,
but
,
prompted
by
magnanimity
,
the
captain
restored
the
wife
to
the
husband
,
saying
as
he
did
so
:
"
I
have
saved
your
life
,
and
I
save
your
honor
!
"
Having
repeated
these
words
the
captain
wiped
his
eyes
and
gave
himself
a
shake
,
as
if
driving
away
the
weakness
which
assailed
him
at
this
touching
recollection
.
Listening
to
the
captain
's
tales
,
Pierre
--
as
often
happens
late
in
the
evening
and
under
the
influence
of
wine
--
followed
all
that
was
told
him
,
understood
it
all
,
and
at
the
same
time
followed
a
train
of
personal
memories
which
,
he
knew
not
why
,
suddenly
arose
in
his
mind
.
While
listening
to
these
love
stories
his
own
love
for
Natásha
unexpectedly
rose
to
his
mind
,
and
going
over
the
pictures
of
that
love
in
his
imagination
he
mentally
compared
them
with
Ramballe
's
tales
.
Listening
to
the
story
of
the
struggle
between
love
and
duty
,
Pierre
saw
before
his
eyes
every
minutest
detail
of
his
last
meeting
with
the
object
of
his
love
at
the
Súkharev
water
tower
.
At
the
time
of
that
meeting
it
had
not
produced
an
effect
upon
him
--
he
had
not
even
once
recalled
it
.
But
now
it
seemed
to
him
that
that
meeting
had
had
in
it
something
very
important
and
poetic
.
"
Peter
Kirílovich
,
come
here
!
We
have
recognized
you
,
"
he
now
seemed
to
hear
the
words
she
had
uttered
and
to
see
before
him
her
eyes
,
her
smile
,
her
traveling
hood
,
and
a
stray
lock
of
her
hair
...
and
there
seemed
to
him
something
pathetic
and
touching
in
all
this
.
Having
finished
his
tale
about
the
enchanting
Polish
lady
,
the
captain
asked
Pierre
if
he
had
ever
experienced
a
similar
impulse
to
sacrifice
himself
for
love
and
a
feeling
of
envy
of
the
legitimate
husband
.
Challenged
by
this
question
Pierre
raised
his
head
and
felt
a
need
to
express
the
thoughts
that
filled
his
mind
.
He
began
to
explain
that
he
understood
love
for
a
woman
somewhat
differently
.
He
said
that
in
all
his
life
he
had
loved
and
still
loved
only
one
woman
,
and
that
she
could
never
be
his
.
"
Tiens
!
"
said
the
captain
.
