“I was so glad to hear of your safety. It was the first piece of good news we had received for a long time.”
Again the princess glanced round at her companion with even more uneasiness in her manner and was about to add something, but Pierre interrupted her.
“Just imagine—I knew nothing about him!” said he. “I thought he had been killed. All I know I heard at second hand from others. I only know that he fell in with the Rostóvs. … What a strange coincidence!”
Pierre spoke rapidly and with animation. He glanced once at the companion’s face, saw her attentive and kindly gaze fixed on him, and, as often happens when one is talking, felt somehow that this companion in the black dress was a good, kind, excellent creature who would not hinder his conversing freely with Princess Márya.
But when he mentioned the Rostóvs, Princess Márya’s face expressed still greater embarrassment. She again glanced rapidly from Pierre’s face to that of