No, nothing else.”
“I know, I expect you thought of him,” said Nikoláy, smiling as Natásha knew by the sound of his voice.
“No,” said Natásha, though she had in reality been thinking about Prince Andréy at the same time as of the rest, and of how he would have liked “Uncle.”
“And then I was saying to myself all the way, ‘How well Anísyushka carried herself, how well!’ ”
And Nikoláy heard her spontaneous, happy, ringing laughter.
“And do you know,” she suddenly said, “I know that I shall never again be as happy and tranquil as I am now.”
“Rubbish, nonsense, humbug!” exclaimed Nikoláy, and he thought:
“How charming this Natásha of mine is! I have no other friend like her and never shall have. Why should she marry? We might always drive about together!”
“What a darling this