me, and that that must be settled first of all! But probably he knows it well enough and is only pretending. Shall I have a talk with him and see what he thinks?” Pierre reflected. “No, another
At breakfast Pierre told the princess, his cousin, that he had been to see Princess Márya the day before and had there met—“Whom do you think? Natásha Rostóva!”
The princess seemed to see nothing more extraordinary in that than if he had seen Anna Semënovna.
“Do you know her?” asked Pierre.
“I have seen the princess,” she replied. “I heard that they were arranging a match for her with young Rostóv. It would be a very good thing for the Rostóvs, they are said to be utterly ruined.”
“No; I mean do you know Natásha Rostóva?”
“I heard about that affair of hers at the time.