BOOK ONE: 1805
26. CHAPTER XXVI
 (continued)
"Yes, Father, I have come come to you and brought my wife who is
 pregnant," said Prince Andrew, following every movement of his
 father's face with an eager and respectful look. "How is your health?" 
"Only fools and rakes fall ill, my boy. You know me: I am busy
 from morning till night and abstemious, so of course I am well." 
"Thank God," said his son smiling. 
"God has nothing to do with it! Well, go on," he continued,
 returning to his hobby; "tell me how the Germans have taught you to
 fight Bonaparte by this new science you call 'strategy.'" 
Prince Andrew smiled. 
"Give me time to collect my wits, Father," said he, with a smile
 that showed that his father's foibles did not prevent his son from
 loving and honoring him. "Why, I have not yet had time to settle
 down!" 
"Nonsense, nonsense!" cried the old man, shaking his pigtail to
 see whether it was firmly plaited, and grasping his by the hand.
 "The house for your wife is ready. Princess Mary will take her there
 and show her over, and they'll talk nineteen to the dozen. That's
 their woman's way! I am glad to have her. Sit down and talk. About
 Mikhelson's army I understand- Tolstoy's too... a simultaneous
 expedition.... But what's the southern army to do? Prussia is
 neutral... I know that. What about Austria?" said he, rising from
 his chair and pacing up and down the room followed by Tikhon, who
 ran after him, handing him different articles of clothing. "What of
 Sweden? How will they cross Pomerania?" 
Prince Andrew, seeing that his father insisted, began- at first
 reluctantly, but gradually with more and more animation, and from
 habit changing unconsciously from Russian to French as he went on-
 to explain the plan of operation for the coming campaign. He explained
 how an army, ninety thousand strong, was to threaten Prussia so as
 to bring her out of her neutrality and draw her into the war; how part
 of that army was to join some Swedish forces at Stralsund; how two
 hundred and twenty thousand Austrians, with a hundred thousand
 Russians, were to operate in Italy and on the Rhine; how fifty
 thousand Russians and as many English were to land at Naples, and
 how a total force of five hundred thousand men was to attack the
 French from different sides. The old prince did not evince the least
 interest during this explanation, but as if he were not listening to
 it continued to dress while walking about, and three times
 unexpectedly interrupted. Once he stopped it by shouting: "The white
 one, the white one!" 
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