"My dear Anna Mikhaylovna," said he with his usual familiarity and weariness of tone, "it is almost impossible for me to do what you ask; but to prove my devotion to you and how I respect your father's memory, I will do the impossible--your son shall be transferred to the Guards.
Here is my hand on it.
Are you satisfied?" "My dear benefactor! This is what I expected from you--I knew your kindness!" He turned to go.
"Wait--just a word! When he has been transferred to the Guards..." she faltered.
" You are on good terms with Michael Ilarionovich Kutuzov... recommend Boris to him as adjutant! Then I shall be at rest, and then..." Prince Vasili smiled.