tormented himself and her—knew how not merely to hurt and humiliate her deliberately, but to show her that she was always to blame for everything. Of late he had exhibited a new trait that tormented Princess Márya more than anything else; this was his ever-increasing intimacy with Mademoiselle Bourienne. The idea that at the first moment of receiving the news of his son’s intentions had occurred to him in jest—that if Andréy got married he himself would marry Bourienne—had evidently pleased him, and latterly he had persistently, and as it seemed to Princess Márya merely to offend her, shown special endearments to the companion and expressed his dissatisfaction with his daughter by demonstrations of love of Bourienne.
One day in Moscow in Princess Márya’s presence (she thought her father did it purposely when she was there) the old prince kissed Mademoiselle Bourienne’s hand and, drawing her to him, embraced her affectionately. Princess Márya flushed and ran out of the room. A few minutes later Mademoiselle Bourienne came into Princess Márya’s room smiling and making cheerful remarks in her agreeable voice. Princess Márya hastily wiped away her tears, went resolutely