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"Ah, my dear friend, he is very unfortunate," she said. "If what

we hear is true, it is dreadful. How little we dreamed of such a

thing when we were rejoicing at his happiness! And such a lofty

angelic soul as young Bezukhov! Yes, I pity him from my heart,

and shall try to give him what consolation I can."

"Wh-what is the matter?" asked both the young and old Rostov.

Anna Mikhaylovna sighed deeply.

"Dolokhov, Mary Ivanovna's son," she said in a mysterious

whisper, "has compromised her completely, they say. Pierre took

him up, invited him to his house in Petersburg, and now... she

has come here and that daredevil after her!" said Anna

Mikhaylovna, wishing to show her sympathy for Pierre, but by

involuntary intonations and a half smile betraying her sympathy

for the "daredevil," as she called Dolokhov. "They say Pierre is

quite broken by his misfortune."

"Dear, dear! But still tell him to come to the club-it will all

blow over. It will be a tremendous banquet."