BOOK TWELVE: 1812
5. CHAPTER V
 
Nicholas sat leaning slightly forward in an armchair, bending
 closely over the blonde lady and paying her mythological compliments
 with a smile that never left his face. Jauntily shifting the
 position of his legs in their tight riding breeches, diffusing an odor
 of perfume, and admiring his partner, himself, and the fine outlines
 of his legs in their well-fitting Hessian boots, Nicholas told the
 blonde lady that he wished to run away with a certain lady here in
 Voronezh. 
"Which lady?" 
"A charming lady, a divine one. Her eyes" (Nicholas looked at his
 partner) "are blue, her mouth coral and ivory; her figure" (he glanced
 at her shoulders) "like Diana's...." 
The husband came up and sullenly asked his wife what she was talking
 about. 
"Ah, Nikita Ivanych!" cried Nicholas, rising politely, and as if
 wishing Nikita Ivanych to share his joke, he began to tell him of
 his intention to elope with a blonde lady. 
The husband smiled gloomily, the wife gaily. The governor's
 good-natured wife came up with a look of disapproval. 
"Anna Ignatyevna wants to see you, Nicholas," said she,
 pronouncing the name so that Nicholas at once understood that Anna
 Ignatyevna was a very important person. "Come, Nicholas! You know
 you let me call you so?" 
"Oh, yes, Aunt. Who is she?" 
"Anna Ignatyevna Malvintseva. She has heard from her niece how you
 rescued her... Can you guess?" 
"I rescued such a lot of them!" said Nicholas. 
"Her niece, Princess Bolkonskaya. She is here in Voronezh with her
 aunt. Oho! How you blush. Why, are...?" 
"Not a bit! Please don't, Aunt!" 
"Very well, very well!... Oh, what a fellow you are!" 
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