Suddenly Pierre heaved a deep sigh and dumped his heavy person down on the sofa beside Prince Andréy.
“With Natásha Rostóva, yes?” said he.
“Yes, yes! Who else should it be? I should never have believed it, but the feeling is stronger than I. Yesterday I tormented myself and suffered, but I would not exchange even that torment for anything in the world, I have not lived till now. At last I live, but I can’t live without her! But can she love me? … I am too old for her. … Why don’t you speak?”
“I? I? What did I tell you?” said Pierre suddenly, rising and beginning to pace up and down the room. “I always thought it. … That girl is such a treasure … she is a rare girl. … My dear friend, I entreat you, don’t philosophize, don’t doubt, marry, marry, marry. … And I am sure there will not be a happier man than you.”
“But what of her?”
“She loves you.”
“Don’t talk rubbish …” said Prince Andréy, smiling and looking