say good night.
“So you are going to Petersburg tomorrow?” she asked.
“No, I am not going,” Pierre replied hastily, in a surprised tone and as though offended. “Yes … no … to Petersburg? Tomorrow—but I won’t say goodbye yet. I will call round in case you have any commissions for me,” said he, standing before Princess Márya and turning red, but not taking his departure.
Natásha gave him her hand and went out.
Princess Márya on the other hand instead of going away sank into an armchair, and looked sternly and intently at him with her deep, radiant eyes. The weariness she had plainly shown before had now quite passed off. With a deep and long-drawn sigh she seemed to be prepared for a lengthy talk.
When Natásha left the room Pierre’s confusion and awkwardness immediately vanished and were replaced by eager