At nighttime in the moon's fair glow
How sweet, as fancies wander free,
To feel that in this world there's one
Who still is thinking but of thee!
That while her fingers touch the harp
Wafting sweet music music the lea,
It is for thee thus swells her heart,
Sighing its message out to thee...
A day or two, then bliss unspoilt,
But oh! till then I cannot live!...
He had not finished the last verse before
the young people began to get ready to dance
in the large hall,
and the sound of the feet and
the coughing of the musicians
were heard from the gallery.
Pierre was sitting in the drawing-room
where Shinshin had engaged him,
as a man recently returned from abroad,
in a political conversation
in which several others joined
but which bored Pierre.
When the music began Natasha came in
and walking straight up to Pierre said,
laughing and blushing:
"Mamma told me to ask you to join the dancers."
"I am afraid of mixing the figures," Pierre replied;
"but if you will be my teacher..."
And lowering his big arm he offered it to the
slender little girl.
While the couples were arranging themselves
and the musicians tuning up,
Pierre sat down with his little partner.
Natasha was perfectly happy;
she was dancing with a grown-up man,
who had been abroad.
She was sitting in a conspicuous place
and talking to him like a grown-up lady.
She had a fan in her hand
that one of the ladies had given her to hold.
Assuming quite the pose of a society woman
(heaven knows when and where she had learned it)
she talked with her partner,
fanning herself and smiling over the fan.
"Dear, dear! Just look at her!"
exclaimed the countess as she crossed the ballroom,
pointing to Natasha.
Natasha blushed and laughed.
"Well, really, Mamma!
Why should you?
What is there to be surprised at?"