Pierre was hardly changed in his external habits. In appearance he was just the same as before. He was, as he had always been, absent-minded,! and seemed preoccupied with something of his own, something apart from what was before his eyes. The difference was that in old days, when he was unconscious of what was before his eyes, or what was being said| to him, he would seem with painfully knitted brows to be striving unsuccessfully to discern something far away from him. He was just as unconscious now of what was said to him, or of what was before him. But now with a faint, apparently ironical smile, he gazed at what was before him, or listened to what was said, though he was obviously seeing and hearing something quite different. In old days he had seemed a good-hearted man, but unhappy. And so people had unconsciously held a little aloof from him. Now a smile of joy in life was continually playing about his mouth, and his eyes were bright with sympathy for others, and the question: Were they all as happy as he? And people felt at ease in his presence.
In old days he had talked a great deal, and had got hot when he talked,! and he had listened very little. Now he was rarely carried away in con-
■rsation, and knew how to listen, so that people were very ready to tell m the inmost secrets of their hearts.
The princess, who had never liked Pierre, and had cherished a particu- rly hostile feeling towards him, since after the old count’s death she id felt herself under obligation to him, had come to Orel with the intenon of proving to him that in spite of his ingratitude she felt it her duty 1 nurse him, but after a short time she felt, to her own surprise and moyance, that she was growing fond of him. Pierre did nothing to try id win his cousin’s favour; he simply looked at her with curiosity. In d days she had felt that there was mockery and indifference in his eyes, id she had shrunk into herself before him, as she did before other people, id had shown him only her aggressive side. Now she felt on the con- ary as though he were delving into the most secret recesses of her life. : was at first mistrustfully, and then with gratitude, that she let him see aw the latent good side of her character.
The most artful person could not have stolen into the princess’s confi- ence more cunningly, by arousing her recollections of the best time of er youth, and showing sympathy with them. And yet all Pierre’s artful- ess consisted in seeking to please himself by drawing out human qualities 1 the bitter, hard, and, in her own way, proud princess.
‘Yes, he is a very, very good-hearted fellow when he is not under bad lfluence, but under the influence of people like me,’ thought the princess. The change that had taken place in Pierre was noticed in their own 'ay by his servants too—Terenty and Vaska. They considered that he ad grown much more good-natured. Often after undressing his master, nd wishing him good night, Terenty would linger with his boots and his lothes in his hand, in the hope that his master would begin a conversa- ion with him. And as a rule Pierre kept Terenty, seeing he was longing or a chat.
‘Come, tell me, then . . . how did you manage to get anything to eat?’ ■e would ask. And Terenty would begin his tales of the destruction of loscow and of the late count, and would stand a long while with the lothes, talking away or listening to Pierre; and it was with a pleasant ense of his master’s close intimacy with him and affection for him that e finally withdrew.
The doctor, who was attending Pierre, and came to see him every day. hough he thought it his duty as a doctor to pose as a man every minute f whose time is of value for suffering humanity, used to sit on with him jor hours together, repeating his favourite anecdotes and observations n the peculiarities of patients in general, and of ladies in particular.
; ‘Yes, it’s a pleasure to talk to a man like that; it’s not what we are sed to in the provinces,’ he would say.
In Orel there happened to be several French prisoners, and the doctor nought one of them, a young Italian officer, to see Pierre.
This officer became a frequent visitor, and the princess used to laugh t the tender feelings the Italian expressed for Pierre.
It was obvious that the Italian was never happy but when he could
see Pierre, and talk to him, and tell him all about his own past, his horn life, and his love, and pour out his indignation against the French, an< especially against Napoleon. *
‘If all Russians are the least bit like you,’ he used to say to Pierre, ‘it i sacrilege to make war on a people like yours. You who have suffered si much at the hands of the French, have not even a grudge against them.
And Pierre had won the Italian’s passionate devotion simply by draw ing out what was best in his soul and admiring it.
