Free War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy Page B

you torture me and yourself for a mere fancy?” said Nikolay, taking her hand. Sonya did not pull her hand away, and left off crying.
    Natasha, not stirring and hardly breathing, looked with shining eyes from her hiding-place. “What’s coming now?” she thought.
    “Sonya! I care for nothing in the whole world! You’re everything to me,” said Nikolay. “I’ll prove it to you.”
    “I don’t like you to talk like that.”
    “Well, I won’t then; come, forgive me, Sonya.” He drew her to him and kissed her.
    “Oh, that’s nice,” thought Natasha, and when Sonya and Nikolay had gone out of the room she followed them and called Boris to her.
    “Boris, come here,” she said with a sly and significant look. “I’ve something I want to tell you. Here, here,” she said, and she led him into the conservatory, to the place where she had hidden between the tubs. Boris followed her, smiling.
    “What is the
something
?” he inquired. She was a little embarrassed; she looked round her, and seeing her doll flung down on a tub she picked it up.
    “Kiss the doll,” she said. Boris looked with observant, affectionate eyes at her eager face and made no answer. “Don’t you want to? Well, then come here,” she said, and went further in among the shrubs and tossed away the doll. “Closer, closer!” she whispered. She caught hold of the young officer’s arms above the cuff, and her flushed face had a look of solemnity and awe.
    “Would you like to kiss me?” she whispered, hardly audibly, peeping up at him from under her eyelids, smiling and almost crying with excitement.
    Boris reddened. “How absurd you are!” he said, bending down to her, flushing redder still, but doing nothing, waiting what would come next. Suddenly she jumped on to a tub, so that as she stood she was taller than he, flung both arms round him so that her slender, bare arms clasped him above his neck, and flinging back her hair with a toss of her head, she kissed him just on his lips.
    She slipped away among the flower-pots on the other side, and stood with hanging head.
    “Natasha,” he said, “you know I love you, but—”
    “You’re in love with me,” Natasha broke in.
    “Yes I am, but, please, don’t let us do like that.… In another four years … Then I shall ask for your hand.” Natasha pondered a moment.
    “Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen …” she said, counting on her thin little fingers.
    “Very well. Then it’s settled?” And her excited face beamed with a smile of delight and relief.
    “Settled!” said Boris.
    “For ever?” said the little girl. “Till death?” And taking his arm, with a happy face she walked quietly beside him into the next room.
XI
    The countess was so tired from seeing visitors that she gave orders that she would see no one else, and the doorkeeper was told to be sure and invite to dinner every one who should call with congratulations. The countess was longing for a tête-à-tête talk with the friend of her childhood, Anna Mihalovna, whom she had not seen properly since she had arrived from Petersburg. Anna Mihalovna, with her tear-worn and amiable face, moved closer up to the countess’s easy-chair.
    “With you I will be perfectly open,” said Anna Mihalovna. “We haven’t many old friends left. That’s how it is I value your friendship so.”
    Anna Mihalovna looked at Vera and stopped. The countess pressed her friend’s hand.
    “Vera,” said the countess to her eldest daughter, unmistakably not her favourite, “how is it you have no notion about anything? Don’t you feel that you’re not wanted here? Go to your sister or …”
    The handsome young countess smiled scornfully, apparently not in the least mortified.
    “If you had told me, mamma, I would have gone away long ago,” she said, and went off towards her own room. But passing through the divan-room, she noticed two couples sitting symmetrically in the two windows. She stopped and smiled contemptuously at