But what then?... What are you thinking about? You have quite turned his head, I can see that....

" As she said this the countess looked round at her daughter.

Natasha was lying looking steadily straight before her at one of the mahogany sphinxes carved on the corners of the bedstead, so that the countess only saw her daughter's face in profile.

That face struck her by its peculiarly serious and concentrated expression.

Natasha was listening and considering.