The old aunt received the two young people in her corner, but seemed desirous of hiding her adoration for Elèn and inclined rather to show her fear of Anna PĂĄvlovna. She looked at her niece, as if inquiring what she was to do with these people. On leaving them, Anna PĂĄvlovna again touched Pierreâs sleeve, saying: âI hope you wonât say that it is dull in my house again,â and she glanced at Elèn.
Elèn smiled, with a look implying that she did not admit the possibility of anyone seeing her without being enchanted. The aunt coughed, swallowed, and said in French that she was very pleased to see Elèn, then she turned to Pierre with the same words of welcome and the same look. In the middle of a dull and halting conversation, Elèn turned to Pierre with the beautiful bright smile that she gave to everyone. Pierre was so used to that smile, and it had so little meaning for him, that he paid no attention to it. The aunt was just speaking of a collection of snuffboxes that had belonged to Pierreâs father, Count BezĂşkhov, and showed them her own box. Princess Elèn asked to see the portrait of the auntâs husband on the box lid.