Chapter 8

           

           Thefriendsweresilent.Neithercaredtobegintalking.PierrecontinuallyglancedatPrinceAndrew;PrinceAndrewrubbedhisforeheadwithhissmallhand.

           “Letusgoandhavesupper,”hesaidwithasigh,goingtothedoor.

           Theyenteredtheelegant,newlydecorated,andluxuriousdiningroom.Everythingfromthetablenapkinstothesilver,china,andglassborethatimprintofnewnessfoundinthehouseholdsofthenewlymarried.HalfwaythroughsupperPrinceAndrewleanedhiselbowsonthetableand,withalookofnervousagitationsuchasPierrehadneverbeforeseenonhisface,begantotalk—asonewhohaslonghadsomethingonhismindandsuddenlydeterminestospeakout.

           “Never,nevermarry,mydearfellow!That’smyadvice:nevermarrytillyoucansaytoyourselfthatyouhavedoneallyouarecapableof,anduntilyouhaveceasedtolovethewomanofyourchoiceandhaveseenherplainlyassheis,orelseyouwillmakeacruelandirrevocablemistake.Marrywhenyouareoldandgoodfornothing—orallthatisgoodandnobleinyouwillbelost.Itwillallbewastedontrifles.Yes!Yes!Yes!Don’tlookatmewithsuchsurprise.Ifyoumarryexpectinganythingfromyourselfinthefuture,youwillfeelateverystepthatforyouallisended,allisclosedexceptthedrawingroom,whereyouwillberangedsidebysidewithacourtlackeyandanidiot!...Butwhat’sthegood?...”andhewavedhisarm.

           Pierretookoffhisspectacles,whichmadehisfaceseemdifferentandthegood-naturedexpressionstillmoreapparent,andgazedathisfriendinamazement.

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