went to Sónya and began sorting patterns with her.
After dinner Natásha went to her room and again took up Princess Márya’s letter.
“Can it be that it is all over?” she thought. “Can it be that all this has happened so quickly and has destroyed all that went before?”
She recalled her love for Prince Andréy in all its former strength, and at the same time felt that she loved Kurágin. She vividly pictured herself as Prince Andréy’s wife, and the scenes of happiness with him she had so often repeated in her imagination, and at the same time, aglow with excitement, recalled every detail of yesterday’s interview with Anatole.
“Why could that not be as well?” she sometimes asked herself in complete bewilderment. > “Only so could I be completely happy; but now I have to choose, and