it to Pierre.
“Give this to the countess … if you see her.”
“She is very ill,” said Pierre.
“Then she is here still?” said Prince Andréy. “And Prince Kurágin?” he added quickly.
“He left long ago.
She has been at death’s door.”
“I much regret her illness,” said Prince Andréy; and he smiled like his father, coldly, maliciously, and unpleasantly.
“So Monsieur Kurágin has not honored Countess Rostóva with his hand?” said Prince Andréy, and he snorted several times.
“He could not marry, for he was married already,” said Pierre.
Prince Andréy laughed disagreeably, again reminding one of his father.
“And where is your brother-in-law now, if I may ask?” he said.
“He has gone to Peters … But I don’t know,” said Pierre.
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” said Prince Andréy. “Tell Countess Rostóva that she was and