“Platón Karatáev?” he repeated, and pondered, evidently sincerely trying to imagine Karatáev’s opinion on the subject. “He would not have understood … yet perhaps he would.”
“I love you awfully!” Natásha suddenly said. “Awfully, awfully!”
“No, he would not have approved,” said Pierre, after reflection. “What he would have approved of is our family life. He was always so anxious to find seemliness, happiness, and peace in everything, and I should have been proud to let him see us. There now—you talk of my absence, but you wouldn’t believe what a special feeling I have for you after a separation. …”
“Yes, I should think …” Natásha began.
“No, it’s not that. I never leave off loving you. And one couldn’t love more, but this is something special. … Yes, of course—” he did not finish because their eyes meeting said the rest.
“What nonsense it