himself to part from his daughter and give her to a husband. The prince never directly asked himself that question, knowing beforehand that he would have to answer it justly, and justice clashed not only with his feelings but with the very possibility of life. Life without Princess Márya, little as he seemed to value her, was unthinkable to him.
“And why should she marry?” he thought. “To be unhappy for certain. There’s Liza, married to Andréy—a better husband one would think could hardly be found nowadays—but is she contented with her lot? And who would marry Márya for love? Plain and awkward! They’ll take her for her connections and wealth. Are there no women living unmarried, and even the happier for it?”
So thought Prince Nikoláy Andréevich while dressing, and yet the question he was always putting off demanded an immediate answer. Prince