No, my dear, you and Sónya ought to understand that.”
Nikoláy remained silent. It comforted him to hear these arguments.
“All the same, Aunt, it is impossible,” he rejoined with a sigh, after a short pause. “Besides, would the princess have me? And besides, she is now in mourning. How can one think of it!”
“But you don’t suppose I’m going to get you married at once? There is always a right way of doing things,” replied the governor’s wife.
“What a matchmaker you are, Aunt …” said Nicolas, kissing her plump little hand.
VI
On reaching Moscow after her meeting with Rostóv, Princess Márya had found her nephew there with his tutor, and a letter from Prince Andréy giving her instructions how to get to her Aunt Malvíntseva at Vorónezh. That feeling akin to temptation which had tormented her during her father’s