An hour later, Tíkhon came to call Princess Márya to the old prince; he added that Prince Vasíli was also there. When Tíkhon came to her Princess Márya was sitting on the sofa in her room, holding the weeping Mademoiselle Bourienne in her arms and gently stroking her hair. The princess’ beautiful eyes with all their former calm radiance were looking with tender affection and pity at Mademoiselle Bourienne’s pretty face.

“No, Princess, I have lost your affection forever!” said Mademoiselle Bourienne.

“Why? I love you more than ever,” said Princess Márya, “and I will try to do all I can for your happiness.”

“But you despise me. You who are so pure can never understand being so carried away by passion. Oh, only my poor mother⁠ ⁠…”

“I quite understand,” answered Princess Márya, with a sad smile. “Calm yourself, my dear. I will go to my father,” she said, and went out.