“Ah, madam!” he began. “Madam, Countess⁠ ⁠… Countess Rostóva, if I am not mistaken⁠ ⁠… I beg you to excuse me, to excuse me⁠ ⁠… I did not know, madam. God is my witness, I did not know you had honored us with a visit, and I came in such a costume only to see my daughter. I beg you to excuse me⁠ ⁠… God is my witness, I didn’t know⁠—” he repeated, stressing the word “God” so unnaturally and so unpleasantly that Princess Márya stood with downcast eyes not daring to look either at her father or at Natásha.

Nor did the latter, having risen and curtsied, know what to do. Mademoiselle Bourienne alone smiled agreeably.

“I beg you to excuse me, excuse me! God is my witness, I did not know,” muttered the old man, and after looking Natásha over from head to foot he went out.

Mademoiselle Bourienne was the first to recover herself after this apparition and began speaking about the prince’s indisposition. Natásha and Princess Márya looked at one another in silence, and the longer they did so without saying what they wanted to say, the greater grew their antipathy to one another.