“But, Natásha, can that be all over?”

Natásha looked at Sónya with wide-open eyes as if she could not grasp the question.

“Well, then, are you refusing Prince Andréy?” said Sónya.

“Oh, you don’t understand anything! Don’t talk nonsense, just listen!” said Natásha, with momentary vexation.

“But I can’t believe it,” insisted Sónya. “I don’t understand. How is it you have loved a man for a whole year and suddenly⁠ ⁠… Why, you have only seen him three times! Natásha, I don’t believe you, you’re joking! In three days to forget everything and so⁠ ⁠…”

“Three days?” said Natásha. “It seems to me I’ve loved him a hundred years. It seems to me that I have never loved anyone before. You can’t understand it.⁠ ⁠… Sónya, wait a bit, sit here,” and Natásha embraced and kissed her.