BOOK ONE: 1805
26. CHAPTER XXVI
 (continued)
"Ah! what joy for the princess!" exclaimed she: "At last! I must let
 her know." 
"No, no, please not... You are Mademoiselle Bourienne," said the
 little princess, kissing her. "I know you already through my
 sister-in-law's friendship for you. She was not expecting us?" 
They went up to the door of the sitting room from which came the
 sound of the oft-repeated passage of the sonata. Prince Andrew stopped
 and made a grimace, as if expecting something unpleasant. 
The little princess entered the room. The passage broke off in the
 middle, a cry was heard, then Princess Mary's heavy tread and the
 sound of kissing. When Prince Andrew went in the two princesses, who
 had only met once before for a short time at his wedding, were in each
 other's arms warmly pressing their lips to whatever place they
 happened to touch. Mademoiselle Bourienne stood near them pressing her
 hand to her heart, with a beatific smile and obviously equally ready
 to cry or to laugh. Prince Andrew shrugged his shoulders and
 frowned, as lovers of music do when they hear a false note. The two
 women let go of one another, and then, as if afraid of being too late,
 seized each other's hands, kissing them and pulling them away, and
 again began kissing each other on the face, and then to Prince
 Andrew's surprise both began to cry and kissed again. Mademoiselle
 Bourienne also began to cry. Prince Andrew evidently felt ill at ease,
 but to the two women it seemed quite natural that they should cry, and
 apparently it never entered their heads that it could have been
 otherwise at this meeting. 
"Ah! my dear!... Ah! Mary!" they suddenly exclaimed, and then
 laughed. "I dreamed last night..."- "You were not expecting us?..."-
 "Ah! Mary, you have got thinner?..." "And you have grown stouter!..." 
"I knew the princess at once," put in Mademoiselle Bourienne. 
"And I had no idea!..." exclaimed Princess Mary. "Ah, Andrew, I
 did not see you." 
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