“What is to be done? In a few months the year will be up. The thing is impossible. I only wish I could spare my brother the first moments. I wish they would come sooner. I hope to be friends with her. You have known them a long time,” said Princess Márya. “Tell me honestly the whole truth: what sort of girl is she, and what do you think of her?⁠—The real truth, because you know Andréy is risking so much doing this against his father’s will that I should like to know.⁠ ⁠…”

An undefined instinct told Pierre that these explanations, and repeated requests to be told the whole truth , expressed ill-will on the princess’ part toward her future sister-in-law and a wish that he should disapprove of Andréy’s choice; but in reply he said what he felt rather than what he thought.

“I don’t know how to answer your question,” he said, blushing without knowing why. “I really don’t know what sort of girl she is; I can’t analyze her at all. She is enchanting, but what makes her so I don’t know. That is all one can say about her.”