w； and to receive a great number of persons； who previously had not cared to be aware of his existence； but now would have been hurt and offended if he had not chosen to see them。 All these various people； business men； relations； acquaintances； were all equally friendly and well disposed towards the young heir。 They were all obviously and unhesitatingly convinced of Pierre’s noble qualities。 He was continually hearing phrases； such as； “With your exceptionally kindly disposition”； or； “Considering your excellent heart”； or； “You are so pure…minded yourself； count …” or； “If he were as clever as you；” and so on； so that he was beginning genuinely to believe in his own exceptional goodness and his own exceptional intelligence； the more so； as at the bottom of his heart it had always seemed to him that he really was very good…natured and very intelligent。 Even people； who had before been spiteful and openly hostile to him； became tender and affectionate。 The hitherto ill…tempered； eldest princess； with the long waist and the hair plastered down like a doll； had gone into Pierre’s room after the funeral。 Dropping her eyes and repeatedly turning crimson； she said that she very much regretted the misunderstanding that had arisen between them； and that now she felt she had no right to ask him for anything except permission； after the blow that had befallen her； to remain for a few weeks longer in the house which she was so fond of； and in which she had made such sacrifices。 She could not control herself； and wept at these words。 Touched at seeing the statue…like princess so changed； Pierre took her by the hand and begged her pardon； though he could not have said what for。 From that day the princess began knitting a striped scarf for Pierre； and was completely changed towards him。
“Do this for my sake； my dear boy； she had to put up with a great deal from the deceased； any way；” Prince Vassily said to him； giving him some deed to sign for the princess’s benefit。 Prince Vassily reflected that this note of hand for thirty thousand was a sop worth throwing to the poor princess； that it might not occur to her to gossip about Prince Vassily’s part in the action taken with the inlaid portfolio。 Pierre signed the note； and from that time the princess became even more amiable。 The younger sisters became as affectionate too； especially the youngest one； the pretty one with the mole； who often disconcerted Pierre with her smiles and her confusion at the sight of him。
To Pierre it seemed so natural that every one should be fond of him； it would have seemed to him so unnatural if any one had not liked him； that he could not help believing in the sincerity of the people surrounding him。 Besides； he had no time to doubt their sincerity or insincerity。 He never had a moment of leisure； and felt in a continual state of mild and agreeable intoxication。 He felt as though he were the centre of some important public function； felt that something was continually being expected of him； that if he did this and that； all would be well； and he did what was expected of him； but still that happy result loomed in the future。
In these early days Prince Vassily； more than all the rest； took control of Pierre’s affairs； and of Pierre himself。 On the death of Count Bezuhov he did not let Pierre slip out of his hands。 Prince Vassily had the air of a man weighed down by affairs； weary； worried； but from sympathetic feeling； unable in the last resort to abandon this helpless lad； the son； after all； of his friend； and the heir to such an immense fortune； to leave him to his fate to become a prey to plotting knaves。 During the few days he had stayed on in Moscow after Count Bezuhov’s death； he had invited Pierre to him； or had himself gone to see Pierre； and had dictated to him what he was to do in a tone of weariness and certainty which seemed to be always saying： “You know that I am overwhelmed with business and that it is out of pure charity that I concern myself with you； and moreover you know very well that what I propose to you is the only feasible thing。”
“Well； my dear boy； to…morrow we are off at last；” he said one day； closing his eyes； drumming his fingers on his elbow； and speaking as though the matter had long ago been settled between them； and could not be settled in any other way。
“To…morrow we set off； I’ll give you a place in my coach。 I’m very glad。 Here all our important business is settled。 And I ought to have been back long ago。 Here； I have received this from the chancellor。 I petitioned him in your favour； and you are put on the diplomatic corps； and created a gentleman of the bedchamber。 Now a diplomatic career lies open to you。”
Notwithstanding the effect produced on him by the tone of weariness and certainty with which these words were uttered； Pierre； who had so long been pondering over his future career； tried to protest。 But Prince Vassily broke in on his protest in droning； bass tones； that precluded all possibility of interrupting the flow of his words； it was the resource he fell back upon when extreme measures of persuasion were needed。
“But； my dear boy； I have done it for my own sake； for my conscience’ sake； and there is no need to thank me。 No one has ever complained yet of being too much loved； and then you are free； you can give it all up to…morrow。 You’ll see for yourself in Petersburg。 And it is high time you were getting away from these terrible associations。” Prince Vassily sighed。 “So that’s all settled； my dear fellow。 And let my valet go in your coach。 Ah； yes； I was almost forgetting；” Prince Vassily added。 “You know； my dear boy； I had a little account to settle with your father； so as I have received something from the Ryazan estate； I’ll keep that； you don’t want it。 We’ll go into accounts later。”
What Prince Vassily called “something from the Ryazan estate” was several thousands of roubles paid in lieu of service by the peasants； and this sum he kept for himself。
In Petersburg； Pierre was surrounded by the same atmosphere of affection and tenderness as in Moscow。 He could not decline the post； or rather the title （for he did nothing） that Prince Vassily had obtained for him； and acquaintances； invitations； and social duties were so numerous that Pierre was even more than in Moscow conscious of the feeling of stupefaction； hurry and continued expectation of some future good which was always coming and was never realised。
Of his old circle of bachelor acquaintances there were not many left in Petersburg。 The Guards were on active service； Dolohov had been degraded to the ranks； Anatole had gone into the army and was somewhere in the provinces； Prince Andrey was abroad； and so Pierre had not the opportunity of spending his nights in the way he had so loved spending them before； nor could he open his heart in intimate talk with the friend who was older than himself and a man he respected。 All his time was spent at dinners and balls； or at Prince Vassily’s in the society of the fat princess； his wife； and the beauty； his daughter Ellen。
Like every one else； Anna Pavlovna Scherer showed Pierre the change that had taken place in the attitude of society towards him。
In former days； Pierre had always felt in Anna Pavlovna’s presence that what he was saying was unsuitable； tactless； not the right thing； that the phrases； which seemed to him clever as he formed them in his mind； became somehow stupid as soon as he uttered them aloud； and that； on the contrary； Ippolit’s most pointless remarks had the effect of being clever and charming。 Now everything he said was always “delightful。” Even if Anna Pavlovna did not say so； he saw she was longing to say so； and only refraining from doing so from regard for his modesty。
At the beginning of the winter； in the year 1805； Pierre received one of Anna Pavlovna’s customary pink notes of invitation； in which the words occurred： “You will find the fair Hélène at my house； whom one never gets tired of seeing。”
On reading that passage； Pierre felt for the first time that there was being formed between himself and Ellen some sort of tie； recognised by other people； and this idea at once alarmed him； as though an obligation were being laid upon him which he could not fulfil； and pleased him as an amusing supposition。
Anna Pavlovna’s evening party was like her first one； only the novel attraction which she had provided for her guests was not on this occasion Mortemart； but a diplomat； who had just arrived from Berlin； bringing the latest details of the Emperor Alexander’s stay at Potsdam； and of the inviolable alliance the two exalted friends had sworn together； to maintain the true cause against the enemy of the human race。 Pierre was welcomed by Anna Pavlovna with a shade of melancholy； bearing unmistakable reference to the recent loss sustained by the young man in the death of Count Bezuhov （every one felt bound to be continually assuring Pierre that he was greatly afflicted at the death of his father； whom he had hardly known）。 Her melancholy was of precisely the same kind as that more exalted melancholy she always displayed at any allusion to Her Most August Majesty the Empress Marya Fyodorovna。 Pierre felt flattered by it。 Anna Pavlovna had arranged the groups in her drawing…room with her usual skill。 The larger group； in which were Prince Vassily and some generals； had the benefit of the diplomat。 Another group gathered about the tea…table。 Pierre would have liked to join the first group； but Anna Pavlovna； who was in the nervous excitement of a general on the battlefield； that mental condition in which numbers of brilliant new ideas occur to one that one has hardly time to put into execution—Anna Pavlovna； on seeing Pierre； detained him with a finger on his coat sleeve： “Wait； I have designs on you for this evening。”
She looked round at Ellen and smiled at her。
“My dear Hélène； you must show charity to my poor aunt； who has an adoration for you。 Go and keep her company for ten minutes。 And that you may not find it too tiresome； here’s our dear count； who certainly won’t refuse to follow you。”
The beauty moved away towards the old aunt； but Anna Pavlovna still detained Pierre at her side； with the air of having still some last a