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He entered the drawing room with his usual alert step, glancing

rapidly round the company. He noticed the change in the little

princess' dress, Mademoiselle Bourienne's ribbon, Princess Mary's

unbecoming coiffure, Mademoiselle Bourienne's and Anatole's

smiles, and the loneliness of his daughter amid the general

conversation. "Got herself up like a fool!" he thought, looking

irritably at her. "She is shameless, and he ignores her!"

He went straight up to Prince Vasili.

"Well! How d'ye do? How d'ye do? Glad to see you!"

"Friendship laughs at distance," began Prince Vasili in his usual

rapid, self-confident, familiar tone. "Here is my second son;

please love and befriend him."

Prince Bolkonski surveyed Anatole.

"Fine young fellow! Fine young fellow!" he said. "Well, come and

kiss me," and he offered his cheek.

Anatole kissed the old man, and looked at him with curiosity and

perfect composure, waiting for a display of the eccentricities

his father had told him to expect.