You who are so pure can never understand being so carried away by passion.

Oh, only my poor mother..." "I quite understand," answered Princess Mary, with a sad smile.

"Calm yourself, my dear.

I will go to my father," she said, and went out.

Prince Vasili, with one leg thrown high over the other and a snuffbox in his hand, was sitting there with a smile of deep emotion on his face, as if stirred to his heart's core and himself regretting and laughing at his own sensibility, when Princess Mary entered.