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When Natasha ran out of the drawing room she only went as
far as the conservatory. There she paused and stood listening
to the conversation in the drawing room, waiting for Boris to
come out. She was already growing impatient, and stamped her foot,
ready to cry at his not coming at once, when she heard the young
man's discreet steps approaching neither quickly nor slowly. At
this Natasha dashed swiftly among the flower tubs and hid there.
Boris paused in the middle of the room, looked round, brushed
a little dust from the sleeve of his uniform, and going up to
a mirror examined his handsome face. Natasha, very still, peered
out from her ambush, waiting to see what he would do. He stood
a little while before the glass, smiled, and walked toward the
other door. Natasha was about to call him but changed her mind.
"Let him look for me," thought she. Hardly had Boris
gone than Sonya, flushed, in tears, and muttering angrily, came
in at the other door. Natasha checked her first impulse to run
out to her, and remained in her hiding place, watching- as under
an invisible cap- to see what went on in the world. She was experiencing
a new and peculiar pleasure. Sonya, muttering to herself, kept
looking round toward the drawing-room door. It opened and Nicholas
came in.
"Sonya, what is the matter with you? How can you?"
said he, running up to her.
"It's nothing, nothing; leave me alone!" sobbed
Sonya.
"Ah, I know what it is."
"Well, if you do, so much the better, and you can go
back to her!"
"So-o-onya! Look here! How can you torture me and yourself
like that, for a mere fancy?" said Nicholas taking her hand.
Sonya did not pull it away, and left off crying. Natasha,
not stirring and scarcely breathing, watched from her ambush with
sparkling eyes. "What will happen now?" thought she.
"Sonya! What is anyone in the world to me? You alone
are everything!" said Nicholas. "And I will prove it
to you."
"I don't like you to talk like that."
"Well, then, I won't; only forgive me, Sonya!" He
drew her to him and kissed her.
"Oh, how nice," thought Natasha; and when Sonya
and Nicholas had gone out of the conservatory she followed and
called Boris to her.
"Boris, come here," said she with a sly and significant
look. "I have something to tell you. Here, here!" and
she led him into the conservatory to the place among the tubs
where she had been hiding.
Boris followed her, smiling.
"What is the something?" asked he.
She grew confused, glanced round, and, seeing the doll she
had thrown down on one of the tubs, picked it up.
"Kiss the doll," said she.
Boris looked attentively and kindly at her eager face, but
did not reply.
"Don't you want to? Well, then, come here," said
she, and went further in among the plants and threw down the doll.
"Closer, closer!" she whispered.
She caught the young officer by his cuffs, and a look of solemnity
and fear appeared on her flushed face.
"And me? Would you like to kiss me?" she whispered
almost inaudibly, glancing up at him from under her brows, smiling,
and almost crying from excitement.
Boris blushed.
"How funny you are!" he said, bending down to her
and blushing still more, but he waited and did nothing.
Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced
him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck,
and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.
Then she slipped down among the flowerpots on the other side
of the tubs and stood, hanging her head.
"Natasha," he said, "you know that I love you,
but..."
"You are in love with me?" Natasha broke in.
"Yes, I am, but please don't let us do like that....
In another four years... then I will ask for your hand."
Natasha considered.
"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen," she counted
on her slender little fingers. "All right! Then it's settled?"
A smile of joy and satisfaction lit up her eager face.
"Settled!" replied Boris.
"Forever?" said the little girl. "Till death
itself?"
She took his arm and with a happy face went with him into
the adjoining sitting room.
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