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As he said this he rose, went to his sister, and, stooping,

kissed her forehead. His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful,

kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at

his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open

doorway.

"Let us go to her, I must say good-by. Or-go and wake and I'll

come in a moment. Petrushka!" he called to his valet: "Come here,

take these away. Put this on the seat and this to the right."

Princess Mary rose and moved to the door, then stopped and said:

"Andrew, if you had faith you would have turned to God and asked

Him to give you the love you do not feel, and your prayer would

have been answered."

"Well, maybe!" said Prince Andrew. "Go, Masha; I'll come

immediately."

On the way to his sister's room, in the passage which connected

one wing with the other, Prince Andrew met Mademoiselle Bourienne

smiling sweetly. It was the third time that day that, with an

ecstatic and artless smile, she had met him in secluded passages.