“Mamma! Bolkónski has come!” she said. “Mamma, it is awful, it is unbearable! I don’t want⁠ ⁠… to be tormented? What am I to do?⁠ ⁠…”

Before the countess could answer, Prince Andréy entered the room with an agitated and serious face. As soon as he saw Natásha his face brightened. He kissed the countess’ hand and Natásha’s, and sat down beside the sofa.

“It is long since we had the pleasure⁠ ⁠…” began the countess, but Prince Andréy interrupted her by answering her intended question, obviously in haste to say what he had to.

“I have not been to see you all this time because I have been at my father’s. I had to talk over a very important matter with him. I only got back last night,” he said glancing at Natásha; “I want to have a talk with you, Countess,” he added after a moment’s pause.

The countess lowered her eyes, sighing deeply.

“I am at your disposal,” she murmured.