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CHAPTER I
  
==Introduction to the Map Editor==
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"Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the
When you create or select an existing map from the [[My Maps]] page, the map will be displayed in the <em>MapWithUs Map Editor</em>.  
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Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war,
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if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that
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Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more
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to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful
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slave,' as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened
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you--sit down and tell me all the news."
  
On left side of the <em>MapWithUs Map Editor</em>, there is a box with some options in it. This box is the <em>Map Tools Pane</em>. Above the tool pane, you will notice 5 green icons. Each of these icons represents one of five main tools used to edit MapWithUs map data. In the following sections, we will walk through each of these tools and examine functionality available in each.
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It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna
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Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With
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these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and
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importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna
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had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la
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grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the
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elite.
  
If you are interested in details about navigating the map in this mode, check out the [[Creator Map]] section.
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All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered
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by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
  
==[[File: button-creator-tools.png]] Add and Edit Items==
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"If you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the
When you start the Map Editor, the add and edit items tool is selected by default. Generally speaking, if you are adding content to your map from your computer, this is the tool you are going to use.
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prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible,
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I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10--Annette
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Scherer."
  
===[[File: big_eye.png]] Preview This Map===
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"Heavens! what a virulent attack!" replied the prince, not in the least
The first option in this section is to <em>Preview this map</em>. Clicking on this link will open your map in the [[Map Viewer]], where the map will appear as everyone sees it if your map were published (note: if you are editing an already published map, it will remain published unless you explicitly set it to unpublished).
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disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an
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embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on
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his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that
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refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and
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with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance
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who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna,
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kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head,
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and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
  
===Save to===
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"First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend's mind
The next item you will run into on the <em>Map Tools</em> pane is a drop-down menu titled <em>Save item to</em>. By default, this is set to this map, but you can also select a specific overlay of the map to add the content to. If you don't have any overlays, you can create one using the <em>Overlays on this map</em> tool. You can also read more about overlays in the [[#Overlays On This Map | overlays section]] or watch our YouTube&trade; video on [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LidS39fSeY Overlay Management].
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at rest," said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and
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affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be
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discerned.
  
====Delete Permanently1====
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"Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like
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these if one has any feeling?" said Anna Pavlovna. "You are staying the
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whole evening, I hope?"
  
===Create new overlay on map===
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"And the fete at the English ambassador's? Today is Wednesday. I must
To create a new overlay and attach it to the current map, enter a title for the overlay and click the <em>Attach</em> button. You can always detach the overlay from the map once it is created. Remember, the name you give the overlay here will remain it's default name every time you attach it to a map. However, you will be able to change its name on a map by map basis.
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put in an appearance there," said the prince. "My daughter is coming for
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me to take me there."
  
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"I thought today's fete had been canceled. I confess all these
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festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome."
  
===Quick addition===
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"If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been
You can quickly add an item to the map in one of 2 ways with the add and edit items tool. Adding an item to the map will automatically select that item, and start <em>Item Edit Mode</em> in the <em>Map Tools Pane</em>, described in the next section.
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put off," said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit
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said things he did not even wish to be believed.
  
:;[[File: drag-marker.png]] Drag the marker onto the map to add an item.
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"Don't tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev's
:The quick addition tool allows you to add items to your map by simply dragging the blue marker with your mouse onto your map at the location you would like your item to be placed.  
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dispatch? You know everything."
  
:;Enter an Address
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"What can one say about it?" replied the prince in a cold, listless
:Alternatively, you may enter a physical address and click the <em>Create</em> link to add an item at the supplied address. A complete address isn't required, but giving a more complete address will yield better results.
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tone. "What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has
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burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours."
  
===Map Item Edit Mode===
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Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale
When an new item is created, or the 'edit' option is selected from within an existing item, the editor goes into <em>Item Edit mode</em>. The Map Tools Pane will have a new view, and the box above your item will allow you to add components to your items.  
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part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years,
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overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had
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become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel
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like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the
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expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it
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did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed,
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as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect,
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which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to
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correct.
  
====Edit Item, Map Tools Pane====
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In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst
Here are the options available to you in the <em>Map Tools Pane</em> when you enter <em>Item Edit Mode</em>.
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out:
:;Zoom Levels
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:By default, items appear no matter what level the map is zoomed to. When we create or edit a map item, we can set a maximum and minimum zoom level for the item. The control for setting the max and min zoom levels looks like this:<br/>
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:<div style="border: 1px dashed blue;">[[File: zoomlevel.png|center]]</div>
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:If the map is zoomed out beyond the minimum zoom level, the item will not be visible and if we zoom in past the maximum zoom level, the item will not be visible. When thinking about zoom levels, it might be helpful to imagine yourself in outer space looking at Earth. If you zoom in with a telescope, the farther you zoom, the more detail you will be able to see. Thus, as zoom level increases it appears as if you are getting closer and closer to the ground. If you zoom out, you will be able to see more of the planet, and you aren't zoomed in as far so your zoom level decreases.
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"Oh, don't speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don't understand things,
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but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is
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betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign
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recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one
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thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform
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the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will
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not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of
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revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of
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this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just
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one.... Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?... England with her commercial
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spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander's loftiness
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of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and
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still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did
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Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot
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understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for
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himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they
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promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not
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perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and
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that all Europe is powerless before him.... And I don't believe a word
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that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian
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neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty
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destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!"
  
:;Title and Icon Settings
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She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
:Before we can finish adding the item to our map, we need to set the Title and Icon settings. This can be done once the item has been added to the map, but before the item is closed. You should see something similar to the following in your tool pane:<br/>
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:<div style="border: 1px dashed blue;">[[File: titleiconpane.png|center]]</div>
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:;Title
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"I think," said the prince with a smile, "that if you had been sent
:In the title field, you should enter the title for your item. Even if you elect not to show the title on the map, the item's title will still appear in the white item bubble. By default, new items are named <em>Untitled Item</em>. If you do decide to show the title, you will see something like this on your map where the item is located:<br/>
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instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of
:<div style="border: 1px dashed blue;">[[File: titleview.png|center]]</div>
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Prussia's consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a
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cup of tea?"
  
:;Icon
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"In a moment. A propos," she added, becoming calm again, "I am expecting
:If you elect to show an icon, it will be placed on the map where the item is located. If you select the clustered option, the item will be <em>clustered</em> with other items appearing on the map around it if they also have their clustering option checked. When you choose to use an icon, by default the center of the icon is placed at the point on the map the item is located at. You may also elect to anchor the icon so the top or bottom and left or right corner is placed at that position on the map. To change these settings, just select the corresponding options on the dropdown menus that appear for <em>Anchor</em> when the <em>Show Icon</em> option is selected.<br />There are several icon sets available for use by default, but you can also upload your own or even use a picture that you have already uploaded. If the picture is too large, a resized version of it will automatically be created and used instead.
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two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is
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connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best
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French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And
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also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been
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received by the Emperor. Had you heard?"
  
====Adding and Editing Map Item Components====
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"I shall be delighted to meet them," said the prince. "But tell me," he
Once you have added an item to your map, you are ready to put something inside of it. Each piece of data inside a map item is called a <em>Component</em>. Map items can contain multiple <em>Components</em> which can be <em>Text</em>, <em>Web Links</em>, <em>Files or photos</em>, <em>Zoom-tos</em>, <em>RSS feeds</em>, or <em>Web Videos</em>.  
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added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him,
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though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his
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visit, "is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be
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appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor
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creature."
  
Click the [[File: add.png]] <em>Add a Component</em> button and you'll be prompted to select the type of item to upload to your map (each item type is described below).  
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Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were
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trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the
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baron.
  
To delete an already existing component, you can click the [[File: delete.png]] <em>Delete</em> button and it will be removed on confirmation.
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Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor
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anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was
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pleased with.
  
Click <em>Finished Editing</em> at any time to de-select the item and close the box.
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"Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister,"
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was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
  
:;[[File: text_dropcaps.png]] Text
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As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna's face suddenly assumed an
:<em>Text</em> is simply anything that you can type. It could be a description, a story, a name, etc. Use text to provide information about the items on your map. Any html entered into the text field will be escaped and treated as plain text. The text component consists of two parts: an optional title and an optional description. The title can contain whatever text you would like and will appear in the item in a boldface and slightly larger font while the description will appear as normal text.
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expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with
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sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious
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patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke
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beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
  
:;[[File: world_link.png]] Web Links
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The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and
:Web links consist of three parts: an optional title, a URL, and optional text. The URL should contain the web address you would like the link to point to. For example, if I wanted to link to the <em>MapWith.Us</em> website, I would enter <code>MapWith.Us Website</code> as the title, <code>http://mapwith.us</code> as the URL, and <code>This is a link to the mapwith.us website</code> as the text. The resulting component would be: <div style="border:1px solid #DDDDDD;text-align:center;margin:10px auto 10px auto;width:65%;">[http://mapwith.us MapWith.Us Website] - This is a link to the mapwith.us website.</div>
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courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished
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both to rebuke him (for daring to speak as he had done of a man
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recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she
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said:
  
:;[[File: folder.png]] Files or photos
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"Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out
:Files and photos have four possible fields: <em>the file itself</em>, <em>an optional title</em>, <em> an optional URL</em>, and <em>optional text</em>.  
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everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly
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beautiful."
  
::;Files or photos
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The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.
::The file can be any file that you would like to share. Our standard, free account has a file size limit of <em>5 megabytes</em> per file. If you would like to share larger files, check out our other [http://www.mapwith.us/signup account options].
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::;Title
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"I often think," she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to
::The title for your file will be displayed in a bold-face font below your file if the file you post is an image. If your file is a different type of file such as a .pdf file, the title will not be shown.
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the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and
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social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate
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conversation--"I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are
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distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don't
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speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don't like him," she added in a tone
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admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. "Two such charming
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children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you
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don't deserve to have them."
  
::;URL
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And she smiled her ecstatic smile.
::The URL field will only be used if the file you upload is an image. In this instance, the image itself will act as a hyperlink to the supplied URL. If you upload a different type of file, the link shown will be to the file itself and the supplied URL will not be used.
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::; Text Description
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"I can't help it," said the prince. "Lavater would have said I lack the
::Your description should describe the file you are sharing. It will appear in normal text either below your image, or to the right of the link to your file.                                  
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bump of paternity."
  
:;[[File: magnifier.png]] Zoom-tos
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"Don't joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am
:A zoom-to is similar to a normal web hyperlink except that instead of taking you someplace on the Internet, a zoom-to will take you somewhere else on the map. A zoom-to component consists of three parts: an optional title, optional text, and a required destination or target location to zoom to. If the zoom-to is the only component inside of the item, clicking the item will result in you being taken to wherever the target of the zoom-to is located. If there is more than one component inside of the item, the item will open normally and the zoom-to will appear as a link inside of the item.  
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dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves" (and her face
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assumed its melancholy expression), "he was mentioned at Her Majesty's
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and you were pitied...."
  
::;Title
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The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly,
::The title will be displayed inside of the item on the map. If the zoom-to is the only component inside of the item, the title will never be seen since the user will be taken to the target of the zoom-to upon clicking on the item.
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awaiting a reply. He frowned.
  
::;Text
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"What would you have me do?" he said at last. "You know I did all a
::The text will also be displayed inside of the item on the map. Like the title, if the zoom-to is the only component in the item, the text will never be seen.
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father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools.
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Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That
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is the only difference between them." He said this smiling in a way more
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natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth
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very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.
  
::;Location
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"And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father
::To set the target location for your zoom-to, click the  <em>Select a location</em> button.  Once this is done, you should notice text across the top of your map stating <em>Recording zoom-to target: Select this location</em>. Now, simply move the map around and zoom in or out until it contains the view you would like to zoom to. To complete your zoom-to, simply click the <em>Select this location</em> link. Voila, your zoom-to is done!
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there would be nothing I could reproach you with," said Anna Pavlovna,
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looking up pensively.
  
:;[[File: rss.png]] RSS feeds
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"I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my
:Putting an RSS feed on your map allows allows you to share dynamic content. RSS feeds consist of three components: a <em>title</em>, a <em>URI</em>, and a <em>description</em>. To add a feed to your map item, open the item for editing, click the RSS icon, and enter the desired fields. The <em>URI</em> should be the address of the feed itself.
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children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That
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is how I explain it to myself. It can't be helped!"
  
:;[[file: film.png]] Web Videos
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He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a
:<em>MapWith.Us</em> supports embedding videos from several sources. When you click to add a <em>Web Video</em> component to your map item, you will be given the option to select the source of your video. The information that you will need to enter will vary slightly depending on the source of your video. Below we describe the various fields that you may see depending on which video source you are using.
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gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.
::;Title
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::A title for your video
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::;Video Source
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::The website or service your video is hosted on, selecting an option will open up 2 more text fields:
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:::;Video URL
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:::The URL of the video itself
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:::;Video Embed Code
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:::The embed code of your video. This will be supplied by the site or service you are obtaining the video from
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::;Text
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::Additional text related to the video.
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===Paths, and Path Edit Mode (Advanced)===
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"Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?" she
;[[File: icon-route.gif]]Paths, routes, directions, shapes, areas
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asked. "They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I
The last option is the Paths option. Clicking this link will allow you to create a new path, and enter <em>Path Edit Mode</em> in the <em>Map Tools Pane</em>. Once in path mode, you can click on the map to add a new location to your path; as you add new locations, a path line will be drawn from the last location to the new one. Once a path has a name, hitting the <em>Save Button</em> at the bottom of the <em>Map Tools Pane</em> will save the path.  
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don't feel that weakness in myself as yet, I know a little person who is
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very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary
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Bolkonskaya."
  
Clicking on any existing path on your map will enter <em>Path Edit Mode</em>. Clicking "Delete Path" will delete the path, and click "Edit this Path" will allow you to add more points by clicking on the map. Hitting the <em>Save Button</em> will save the new path.  
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Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and
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perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of
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the head that he was considering this information.
  
Any of the options below can be changed in <em>Path Edit Mode</em>, and will be updated when you click the <em>Save Button</em> at the bottom of the <em>Map Tools Pane</em>
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"Do you know," he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad
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current of his thoughts, "that Anatole is costing me forty thousand
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rubles a year? And," he went on after a pause, "what will it be in five
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years, if he goes on like this?" Presently he added: "That's what we
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fathers have to put up with.... Is this princess of yours rich?"
  
:;Color
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"Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the
:This is the hexadecimal value of the color you would like your path, route, shape or area to be. Values range from #000000 - #FFFFFF. If you aren't sure what the hexadecimal value of your color is, a simple web search for something like "HTML color chart" should provide you with a chart of colors and their corresponding codes.
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well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the
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late Emperor, and was nicknamed 'the King of Prussia.' He is very clever
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but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a
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brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an
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aide-de-camp of Kutuzov's and will be here tonight."
  
:;Opacity
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"Listen, dear Annette," said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna's
:Opacity determines how transparent the lines of your path will be. A value of 0% makes the lines invisible and a value of 100% makes them completely opaque.
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hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. "Arrange that affair for
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me and I shall always be your most devoted slave-slafe with an f, as a
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village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good
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family and that's all I want."
  
:;Width
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And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the
:The width value determines how wide the lines of your path will be. A smaller width correlates with a narrower line.
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maid of honor's hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as
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he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.
  
:;Fill This Path
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"Attendez," said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, "I'll speak to Lise, young
:If checked, <em>MapWith.Us</em> will do its best to fill in the interior of your path, route, shape, or area. Open-ended or unusual shapes may not be filled quite as you might expect them to be. For best results, play around with the tool a bit to get a feel for how it works.
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Bolkonski's wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be
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arranged. It shall be on your family's behalf that I'll start my
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apprenticeship as old maid."
  
:;Color
 
:This is the hexadecimal value of the color you would like to fill your path, route, shape, or area with.
 
  
:;Opacity
 
:This opacity value determines how transparent the fill of your path, route, shape, or area will be.
 
  
:;Distances
 
:If selected, the length of each segment of your path, route, shape, or area will be calculated and displayed in the specified unit of length.
 
  
:;Area
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CHAPTER II
:When selected, the area inside the path will be displayed on the map with the appropriate units.
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:;Geodesic Display
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Anna Pavlovna's drawing room was gradually filling. The highest
:Enabling Geodesic display will show shortest paths across the spherical surface of the earth, as opposed to the flat surface of the map. This will not make much visual difference at small scale, but a path from New York to Berlin or Seattle to Tokyo will show a significant difference.
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Petersburg society was assembled there: people differing widely in age
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and character but alike in the social circle to which they belonged.
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Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to take her father
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to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge
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as maid of honor. The youthful little Princess Bolkonskaya, known as la
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femme la plus seduisante de Petersbourg, * was also there. She had been
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married during the previous winter, and being pregnant did not go to any
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large gatherings, but only to small receptions. Prince Vasili's son,
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Hippolyte, had come with Mortemart, whom he introduced. The Abbe Morio
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and many others had also come.
  
==[[File: button-creator-settings.png]] Map Settings==
 
The <em>Map Settings</em> menu provides you with an easy-to-use interface for managing your maps' settings and options. All settings can be changed at any time simply by revisiting the page and changing the setting to the desired value. At any time from the map settings page, you can delete the current map, or export it by using the links at the bottom of the <em>Map Tools Pane</em>.
 
  
===[[File: 48-globe.png]] Publication===
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* The most fascinating woman in Petersburg.
<em>Publication</em> settings control how your map is shared with the <em>MapWith.Us Community</em>.  
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When you first create a map, you will see a checklist at the top of the <em>Map Settings</em> section listing what needs to be done before your map can be published. Being published means that other users of the site will be able to view your map. If you don't publish your map, you will be the only person able to view it. Before a map can be published, you need to do three things:
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To each new arrival Anna Pavlovna said, "You have not yet seen my aunt,"
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or "You do not know my aunt?" and very gravely conducted him or her to a
    <li>Set the map's ''title''</li>
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little old lady, wearing large bows of ribbon in her cap, who had come
    <li>Set ''keywords'' for the map</li>
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sailing in from another room as soon as the guests began to arrive; and
    <li>Set the map's ''default view''</li>
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slowly turning her eyes from the visitor to her aunt, Anna Pavlovna
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mentioned each one's name and then left them.
Once the three prerequisites have been met, the checklist will be replaced by the globe icon that you see above in addition to a message stating that your map is now ready to be published. The title and keywords can be set in the <em>About</em> subsection, while the default view is set in the <em>Views and Overlay</em> subsection.
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:;[[File: 48-settingsalert.png]] Embed
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Each visitor performed the ceremony of greeting this old aunt whom not
:Setting a map as <em>Embeddable</em> allows it to be embedded in any web page. This allows you to post your map in a blog post, share your map via our [http://apps.facebook.com/mapwithus/ Facebook&reg; application], or share your map via a third-party site that takes advantage of our <em>Developer's API</em> such as [http://folfing.com folfing.com].
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one of them knew, not one of them wanted to know, and not one of them
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cared about; Anna Pavlovna observed these greetings with mournful and
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solemn interest and silent approval. The aunt spoke to each of them in
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the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her
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Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today." And each visitor, though
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politeness prevented his showing impatience, left the old woman with a
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sense of relief at having performed a vexatious duty and did not return
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to her the whole evening.
  
:;[[File: 48-rss.png]] RSS
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The young Princess Bolkonskaya had brought some work in a gold-
:Checking the <em>RSS feed for updates</em> option will create an RSS feed for your map that others can subscribe to in order to follow updates to your map. Users can subscribe to the RSS feed for your map by clicking on the [[File: rss.png]] RSS icon  at the bottom of your map when viewing it.
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embroidered velvet bag. Her pretty little upper lip, on which a delicate
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dark down was just perceptible, was too short for her teeth, but it
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lifted all the more sweetly, and was especially charming when she
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occasionally drew it down to meet the lower lip. As is always the case
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with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect--the shortness of her
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upper lip and her half-open mouth--seemed to be her own special and
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peculiar form of beauty. Everyone brightened at the sight of this pretty
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young woman, so soon to become a mother, so full of life and health, and
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carrying her burden so lightly. Old men and dull dispirited young ones
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who looked at her, after being in her company and talking to her a
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little while, felt as if they too were becoming, like her, full of life
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and health. All who talked to her, and at each word saw her bright smile
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and the constant gleam of her white teeth, thought that they were in a
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specially amiable mood that day.
  
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The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying
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steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat
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down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a
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pleasure to herself and to all around her. "I have brought my work,"
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said she in French, displaying her bag and addressing all present.
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"Mind, Annette, I hope you have not played a wicked trick on me," she
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added, turning to her hostess. "You wrote that it was to be quite a
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small reception, and just see how badly I am dressed." And she spread
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out her arms to show her short-waisted, lace-trimmed, dainty gray dress,
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girdled with a broad ribbon just below the breast.
  
===[[File: set-about.png]] About===
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"Soyez tranquille, Lise, you will always be prettier than anyone else,"
The <em>About</em> section of the <em>Map Settings</em> allows you to manage settings that describe your map to the <em>MapWith.Us</em> community.  
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replied Anna Pavlovna.
  
:;[[File: page_edit.png]] Title
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"You know," said the princess in the same tone of voice and still in
:A title is required in order to publish your map. You can name your map pretty much anything you would like. After all, it is <em>your</em> creation. To rename your map, simply click the <em>edit</em> link to the right of the title and enter the new name.
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French, turning to a general, "my husband is deserting me? He is going
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to get himself killed. Tell me what this wretched war is for?" she
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added, addressing Prince Vasili, and without waiting for an answer she
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turned to speak to his daughter, the beautiful Helene.
  
:;[[File: book_key.png]] Keywords
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"What a delightful woman this little princess is!" said Prince Vasili to
:A map's keywords are a set of words that describe the map. Adding keywords to your map allows it to show up in search results on the <em>MapWith.Us</em> site and provides an indicator of what the map is about. The idea is to provide a set of words that uniquely describe the content of your map. As an example, suppose you made a map of all the city zoos in the United States. As keywords, you might enter: <code>zoo zoos city United States public</code>. Common words such as <em>the</em>, <em>is</em>, <em>and</em>, etc are ignored and will be dropped from your keyword listing automatically. You have to set the keywords for your map before you can publish it.
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Anna Pavlovna.
  
:;[[File: text_dropcaps.png]] Description
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One of the next arrivals was a stout, heavily built young man with
:The description is where you describe your map in all of its glory. Be as descriptive as possible, short or meaningless descriptions will make your map less likely to be viewed by others. A description is not required for publication.
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close-cropped hair, spectacles, the light-colored breeches fashionable
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at that time, a very high ruffle, and a brown dress coat. This stout
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young man was an illegitimate son of Count Bezukhov, a well-known
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grandee of Catherine's time who now lay dying in Moscow. The young man
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had not yet entered either the military or civil service, as he had only
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just returned from abroad where he had been educated, and this was his
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first appearance in society. Anna Pavlovna greeted him with the nod she
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accorded to the lowest hierarchy in her drawing room. But in spite of
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this lowest-grade greeting, a look of anxiety and fear, as at the sight
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of something too large and unsuited to the place, came over her face
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when she saw Pierre enter. Though he was certainly rather bigger than
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the other men in the room, her anxiety could only have reference to the
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clever though shy, but observant and natural, expression which
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distinguished him from everyone else in that drawing room.
  
===[[File: set-visual.png]] Visuals===
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"It is very good of you, Monsieur Pierre, to come and visit a poor
In the <em>Visuals</em> section of the <em>Map Settings</em> you are able to specify your map's logo and thumbnail icons.
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invalid," said Anna Pavlovna, exchanging an alarmed glance with her aunt
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as she conducted him to her.
  
:;Thumbnail
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Pierre murmured something unintelligible, and continued to look round as
:A map's thumbnail is the image that appears throughout the <em>MapWith.Us</em> site anywhere the map is listed. Examples of where this occurs include on the <em>My Page Tab</em> or on the <em>Maps Tab</em>. The thumbnail also appears next to the map's title when viewing the map.
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if in search of something. On his way to the aunt he bowed to the little
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princess with a pleased smile, as to an intimate acquaintance.
  
:;Logo
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Anna Pavlovna's alarm was justified, for Pierre turned away from the
:A map's logo is the image that appears above the map's title when viewing the map and is slightly larger than the map's thumbnail.
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aunt without waiting to hear her speech about Her Majesty's health. Anna
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Pavlovna in dismay detained him with the words: "Do you know the Abbe
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Morio? He is a most interesting man."
  
===[[File: set-view.png]] Views &amp; Overlays===
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"Yes, I have heard of his scheme for perpetual peace, and it is very
The views and overlays section allows you to define alternate <em>views</em> or attach <em>overlays</em> to your map.
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interesting but hardly feasible."
  
:;[[File: set-defaultview.png]] Default View
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"You think so?" rejoined Anna Pavlovna in order to say something and get
:Setting the default view for a map defines what your map contains by default. The <em>view</em> encapsulates both the current zoom level and the latitude/longitude coordinates that contain the current viewing area. To set the <em>default view</em>, adjust the map itself to contain the area you would like to be shown and adjust the zoom level to the desired level. Once you have it set just how you want it, click the <em>Default View</em> icon in the <em>Views &amp; Overlays</em> submenu. You can change or adjust the default view at any time by simply clicking on the icon again. You can also add alternate views to a map as described below in the [[#Map Views | Map Views]] section.
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away to attend to her duties as hostess. But Pierre now committed a
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reverse act of impoliteness. First he had left a lady before she had
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finished speaking to him, and now he continued to speak to another who
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wished to get away. With his head bent, and his big feet spread apart,
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he began explaining his reasons for thinking the abbe's plan chimerical.
  
:;[[File: 48-chart.png]] Map Views
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"We will talk of it later," said Anna Pavlovna with a smile.
:<em>Map views</em> are alternate views that you set for your map in addition to the default view. To set an additional view, simply adjust the map to where you would like it (exactly the same procedure as setting the [[#Default View | default view]]) and then enter a title for the view and click on <em>Add a view</em>. You can add as many additional views as you would like to your maps.
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:;[[File: set-overlays.png]] Map Overlays
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And having got rid of this young man who did not know how to behave, she
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resumed her duties as hostess and continued to listen and watch, ready
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to help at any point where the conversation might happen to flag. As the
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foreman of a spinning mill, when he has set the hands to work, goes
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round and notices here a spindle that has stopped or there one that
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creaks or makes more noise than it should, and hastens to check the
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machine or set it in proper motion, so Anna Pavlovna moved about her
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drawing room, approaching now a silent, now a too-noisy group, and by a
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word or slight rearrangement kept the conversational machine in steady,
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proper, and regular motion. But amid these cares her anxiety about
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Pierre was evident. She kept an anxious watch on him when he approached
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the group round Mortemart to listen to what was being said there, and
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again when he passed to another group whose center was the abbe.
  
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Pierre had been educated abroad, and this reception at Anna Pavlovna's
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was the first he had attended in Russia. He knew that all the
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intellectual lights of Petersburg were gathered there and, like a child
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in a toyshop, did not know which way to look, afraid of missing any
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clever conversation that was to be heard. Seeing the self-confident and
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refined expression on the faces of those present he was always expecting
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to hear something very profound. At last he came up to Morio. Here the
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conversation seemed interesting and he stood waiting for an opportunity
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to express his own views, as young people are fond of doing.
  
===[[File: set-share.png]] Sharing===
 
Once your map is published to the community, you will have the option to change how it is shared. These settings define how others are able to interact with your map. You are able to define settings for <em>Registered Users</em> and <em>Anonymous Users</em>.
 
  
:;Registered Users
 
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::;[[File: set-addmapitem.png]] Add Map Items
 
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::;[[File: set-modifymapitem.png]] Modify Map Items
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CHAPTER III
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Anna Pavlovna's reception was in full swing. The spindles hummed
::This controls whether other users are allowed to add (attach) overlays to your map.
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steadily and ceaselessly on all sides. With the exception of the aunt,
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beside whom sat only one elderly lady, who with her thin careworn face
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was rather out of place in this brilliant society, the whole company had
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settled into three groups. One, chiefly masculine, had formed round the
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abbe. Another, of young people, was grouped round the beautiful Princess
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Helene, Prince Vasili's daughter, and the little Princess Bolkonskaya,
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very pretty and rosy, though rather too plump for her age. The third
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group was gathered round Mortemart and Anna Pavlovna.
  
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The vicomte was a nice-looking young man with soft features and polished
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manners, who evidently considered himself a celebrity but out of
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politeness modestly placed himself at the disposal of the circle in
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which he found himself. Anna Pavlovna was obviously serving him up as a
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treat to her guests. As a clever maitre d'hotel serves up as a specially
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choice delicacy a piece of meat that no one who had seen it in the
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kitchen would have cared to eat, so Anna Pavlovna served up to her
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guests, first the vicomte and then the abbe, as peculiarly choice
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morsels. The group about Mortemart immediately began discussing the
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murder of the Duc d'Enghien. The vicomte said that the Duc d'Enghien had
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perished by his own magnanimity, and that there were particular reasons
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for Buonaparte's hatred of him.
  
::;[[File: set-addmapitem.png]] Add Map Items
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"Ah, yes! Do tell us all about it, Vicomte," said Anna Pavlovna, with a
::This will allow anonymous users to add items to your map.
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pleasant feeling that there was something a la Louis XV in the sound of
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that sentence: "Contez nous cela, Vicomte."
  
::;[[File: Set-modifymapitem.png]] Modify/Delete Map Items
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The vicomte bowed and smiled courteously in token of his willingness to
::This allows anonymous users to change or remove items from your map.
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comply. Anna Pavlovna arranged a group round him, inviting everyone to
:''Note: this is probably NOT what you want most of the time.''
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listen to his tale.
  
===[[File: set-browse.png]] Browsing===
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"The vicomte knew the duc personally," whispered Anna Pavlovna to one of
:In the <em>Browsing</em> section of the <em>Map Settings</em> you can adjust settings that affect how user's interact with your map and the items on it.  
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the guests. "The vicomte is a wonderful raconteur," said she to another.
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"How evidently he belongs to the best society," said she to a third; and
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the vicomte was served up to the company in the choicest and most
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advantageous style, like a well-garnished joint of roast beef on a hot
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dish.
  
:;Items Per Page
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The vicomte wished to begin his story and gave a subtle smile.
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:;Time Frame
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"Come over here, Helene, dear," said Anna Pavlovna to the beautiful
:Setting a time frame on the map allows you to only show items that have been added to the map in a specified number of days. The default time limit is infinity, which shows all items ever added to the map. You can refine this setting to 1 year, 1 month, 1 week, or 1 day. Similar to the paging setting, users wishing to view items outside of the given time range will be able to change the time range when they view the map. However, any changes that they make will only apply to their current viewing of the map.
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young princess who was sitting some way off, the center of another
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group.
  
:;Full Map Searches
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The princess smiled. She rose with the same unchanging smile with which
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she had first entered the room--the smile of a perfectly beautiful
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woman. With a slight rustle of her white dress trimmed with moss and
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ivy, with a gleam of white shoulders, glossy hair, and sparkling
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diamonds, she passed between the men who made way for her, not looking
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at any of them but smiling on all, as if graciously allowing each the
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privilege of admiring her beautiful figure and shapely shoulders, back,
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and bosom--which in the fashion of those days were very much exposed--
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and she seemed to bring the glamour of a ballroom with her as she moved
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toward Anna Pavlovna. Helene was so lovely that not only did she not
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show any trace of coquetry, but on the contrary she even appeared shy of
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her unquestionable and all too victorious beauty. She seemed to wish,
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but to be unable, to diminish its effect.
  
===[[File: set-mobile.png]] Mobility===       
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"How lovely!" said everyone who saw her; and the vicomte lifted his
Mobility settings affect how (or if) your map interacts with our mobile suite of products.  
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shoulders and dropped his eyes as if startled by something extraordinary
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when she took her seat opposite and beamed upon him also with her
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unchanging smile.
  
:;[[File: set-mobilemap.png]] Mobile Status
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"Madame, I doubt my ability before such an audience," said he, smilingly
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inclining his head.
  
:;[[File: set-pointanim.png]] Point Animation
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The princess rested her bare round arm on a little table and considered
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a reply unnecessary. She smilingly waited. All the time the story was
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being told she sat upright, glancing now at her beautiful round arm,
:;[[File: set-traildraw.png]] Trail Drawing
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altered in shape by its pressure on the table, now at her still more
:When trail drawing is enabled, paths will be drawn between the points on the map that are currently visible in the order the items are listed on the find items and places tool pane.
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beautiful bosom, on which she readjusted a diamond necklace. From time
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to time she smoothed the folds of her dress, and whenever the story
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produced an effect she glanced at Anna Pavlovna, at once adopted just
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the expression she saw on the maid of honor's face, and again relapsed
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into her radiant smile.
  
===[[File: set-comment.png]] Comments===
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The little princess had also left the tea table and followed Helene.
The comments settings determine how or if users will be able to leave comments on your map.  
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:;[[File: set-commentshow.png]] Comments are shown/NOT shown
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"Wait a moment, I'll get my work.... Now then, what are you thinking
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of?" she went on, turning to Prince Hippolyte. "Fetch me my workbag."
  
:;[[File: set-commentallow.png]] Comments are allowed/NOT allowed
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There was a general movement as the princess, smiling and talking
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merrily to everyone at once, sat down and gaily arranged herself in her
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seat.
  
===[[File: set-report.png]] Report Abuse===
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"Now I am all right," she said, and asking the vicomte to begin, she
The <em>Report Abuse</em> setting controls what happens to items on your map when they are reported as being offensive, derogatory, spam, etc. This feature is exclusive to business account holders.
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took up her work.
  
:;[[File: flag_red.png]] Items are/are NOT removed from map when reported
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Prince Hippolyte, having brought the workbag, joined the circle and
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moving a chair close to hers seated himself beside her.
  
===[[File: Export.png]] Export===
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Le charmant Hippolyte was surprising by his extraordinary resemblance to
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his beautiful sister, but yet more by the fact that in spite of this
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resemblance he was exceedingly ugly. His features were like his
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sister's, but while in her case everything was lit up by a joyous, self-
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satisfied, youthful, and constant smile of animation, and by the
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wonderful classic beauty of her figure, his face on the contrary was
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dulled by imbecility and a constant expression of sullen self-
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confidence, while his body was thin and weak. His eyes, nose, and mouth
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all seemed puckered into a vacant, wearied grimace, and his arms and
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legs always fell into unnatural positions.
  
===[[File: thex.png]] Delete===       
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"It's not going to be a ghost story?" said he, sitting down beside the
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princess and hastily adjusting his lorgnette, as if without this
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instrument he could not begin to speak.
  
==[[File: button-creator-overlays.png]] Overlays On This Map==
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"Why no, my dear fellow," said the astonished narrator, shrugging his
Overlays are essentially an invisible layer that covers the map's surface. Although the concept is simple, overlays actually turn out to be a fairly powerful tool for making maps. Once you have created an overlay, you can <em>attach</em> it to your map(s). Then, instead of adding items directly to your map, you can add the same items to an overlay. Then, when viewing your map, you can choose which overlays to display. Overlays have the added bonus of being able to be shared between your maps, so if you add content to an overlay that is attached to one map, you can attach the same overlay to another one of your maps and view the overlay's content there as well.
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shoulders.
  
===Overlays attached to map===
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"Because I hate ghost stories," said Prince Hippolyte in a tone which
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showed that he only understood the meaning of his words after he had
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uttered them.
  
====Title====
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He spoke with such self-confidence that his hearers could not be sure
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whether what he said was very witty or very stupid. He was dressed in a
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dark-green dress coat, knee breeches of the color of cuisse de nymphe
====Category====
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effrayee, as he called it, shoes, and silk stockings.
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===Overlays not attached===
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The vicomte told his tale very neatly. It was an anecdote, then current,
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to the effect that the Duc d'Enghien had gone secretly to Paris to visit
aasdfasdf
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Mademoiselle George; that at her house he came upon Bonaparte, who also
asdfasdffasdfasdfasdfasdfaffsafdasss
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enjoyed the famous actress' favors, and that in his presence Napoleon
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happened to fall into one of the fainting fits to which he was subject,
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and was thus at the duc's mercy. The latter spared him, and this
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magnanimity Bonaparte subsequently repaid by death.
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The story was very pretty and interesting, especially at the point where
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the rivals suddenly recognized one another; and the ladies looked
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agitated.
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"Charming!" said Anna Pavlovna with an inquiring glance at the little
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princess.
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"Charming!" whispered the little princess, sticking the needle into her
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work as if to testify that the interest and fascination of the story
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prevented her from going on with it.
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The vicomte appreciated this silent praise and smiling gratefully
 +
prepared to continue, but just then Anna Pavlovna, who had kept a
 +
watchful eye on the young man who so alarmed her, noticed that he was
 +
talking too loudly and vehemently with the abbe, so she hurried to the
 +
rescue. Pierre had managed to start a conversation with the abbe about
 +
the balance of power, and the latter, evidently interested by the young
 +
man's simple-minded eagerness, was explaining his pet theory. Both were
 +
talking and listening too eagerly and too naturally, which was why Anna
 +
Pavlovna disapproved.
 +
 
 +
"The means are... the balance of power in Europe and the rights of the
 +
people," the abbe was saying. "It is only necessary for one powerful
 +
nation like Russia--barbaric as she is said to be--to place herself
 +
disinterestedly at the head of an alliance having for its object the
 +
maintenance of the balance of power of Europe, and it would save the
 +
world!"
 +
 
 +
"But how are you to get that balance?" Pierre was beginning.
 +
 
 +
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre,
 +
asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate. The Italian's face
 +
instantly changed and assumed an offensively affected, sugary
 +
expression, evidently habitual to him when conversing with women.
 +
 
 +
"I am so enchanted by the brilliancy of the wit and culture of the
 +
society, more especially of the feminine society, in which I have had
 +
the honor of being received, that I have not yet had time to think of
 +
the climate," said he.
 +
 
 +
Not letting the abbe and Pierre escape, Anna Pavlovna, the more
 +
conveniently to keep them under observation, brought them into the
 +
larger circle.
 +
 
 +
 
 +
 
 +
 
 +
CHAPTER IV
 +
 
 +
Just then another visitor entered the drawing room: Prince Andrew
 +
Bolkonski, the little princess' husband. He was a very handsome young
 +
man, of medium height, with firm, clearcut features. Everything about
 +
him, from his weary, bored expression to his quiet, measured step,
 +
offered a most striking contrast to his quiet, little wife. It was
 +
evident that he not only knew everyone in the drawing room, but had
 +
found them to be so tiresome that it wearied him to look at or listen to
 +
them. And among all these faces that he found so tedious, none seemed to
 +
bore him so much as that of his pretty wife. He turned away from her
 +
with a grimace that distorted his handsome face, kissed Anna Pavlovna's
 +
hand, and screwing up his eyes scanned the whole company.
 +
 
 +
"You are off to the war, Prince?" said Anna Pavlovna.
 +
 
 +
"General Kutuzov," said Bolkonski, speaking French and stressing the
 +
last syllable of the general's name like a Frenchman, "has been pleased
 +
to take me as an aide-de-camp...."
 +
 
 +
"And Lise, your wife?"
 +
 
 +
"She will go to the country."
 +
 
 +
"Are you not ashamed to deprive us of your charming wife?"
 +
 
 +
"Andre," said his wife, addressing her husband in the same coquettish
 +
manner in which she spoke to other men, "the vicomte has been telling us
 +
such a tale about Mademoiselle George and Buonaparte!"
 +
 
 +
Prince Andrew screwed up his eyes and turned away. Pierre, who from the
 +
moment Prince Andrew entered the room had watched him with glad,
 +
affectionate eyes, now came up and took his arm. Before he looked round
 +
Prince Andrew frowned again, expressing his annoyance with whoever was
 +
touching his arm, but when he saw Pierre's beaming face he gave him an
 +
unexpectedly kind and pleasant smile.
 +
 
 +
"There now!... So you, too, are in the great world?" said he to Pierre.
 +
 
 +
"I knew you would be here," replied Pierre. "I will come to supper with
 +
you. May I?" he added in a low voice so as not to disturb the vicomte
 +
who was continuing his story.
 +
 
 +
"No, impossible!" said Prince Andrew, laughing and pressing Pierre's
 +
hand to show that there was no need to ask the question. He wished to
 +
say something more, but at that moment Prince Vasili and his daughter
 +
got up to go and the two young men rose to let them pass.
 +
 
 +
"You must excuse me, dear Vicomte," said Prince Vasili to the Frenchman,
 +
holding him down by the sleeve in a friendly way to prevent his rising.
 +
"This unfortunate fete at the ambassador's deprives me of a pleasure,
 +
and obliges me to interrupt you. I am very sorry to leave your
 +
enchanting party," said he, turning to Anna Pavlovna.
 +
 
 +
His daughter, Princess Helene, passed between the chairs, lightly
 +
holding up the folds of her dress, and the smile shone still more
 +
radiantly on her beautiful face. Pierre gazed at her with rapturous,
 +
almost frightened, eyes as she passed him.
 +
 
 +
"Very lovely," said Prince Andrew.
 +
 
 +
"Very," said Pierre.
 +
 
 +
In passing Prince Vasili seized Pierre's hand and said to Anna Pavlovna:
 +
"Educate this bear for me! He has been staying with me a whole month and
 +
this is the first time I have seen him in society. Nothing is so
 +
necessary for a young man as the society of clever women."
 +
 
 +
Anna Pavlovna smiled and promised to take Pierre in hand. She knew his
 +
father to be a connection of Prince Vasili's. The elderly lady who had
 +
been sitting with the old aunt rose hurriedly and overtook Prince Vasili
 +
in the anteroom. All the affectation of interest she had assumed had
 +
left her kindly and tear-worn face and it now expressed only anxiety and
 +
fear.
 +
 
 +
"How about my son Boris, Prince?" said she, hurrying after him into the
 +
anteroom. "I can't remain any longer in Petersburg. Tell me what news I
 +
may take back to my poor boy."
 +
 
 +
Although Prince Vasili listened reluctantly and not very politely to the
 +
elderly lady, even betraying some impatience, she gave him an
 +
ingratiating and appealing smile, and took his hand that he might not go
 +
away.
 +
 
 +
"What would it cost you to say a word to the Emperor, and then he would
 +
be transferred to the Guards at once?" said she.
 +
 
 +
"Believe me, Princess, I am ready to do all I can," answered Prince
 +
Vasili, "but it is difficult for me to ask the Emperor. I should advise
 +
you to appeal to Rumyantsev through Prince Golitsyn. That would be the
 +
best way."
 +
 
 +
The elderly lady was a Princess Drubetskaya, belonging to one of the
 +
best families in Russia, but she was poor, and having long been out of
 +
society had lost her former influential connections. She had now come to
 +
Petersburg to procure an appointment in the Guards for her only son. It
 +
was, in fact, solely to meet Prince Vasili that she had obtained an
 +
invitation to Anna Pavlovna's reception and had sat listening to the
 +
vicomte's story. Prince Vasili's words frightened her, an embittered
 +
look clouded her once handsome face, but only for a moment; then she
 +
smiled again and clutched Prince Vasili's arm more tightly.
 +
 
 +
"Listen to me, Prince," said she. "I have never yet asked you for
 +
anything and I never will again, nor have I ever reminded you of my
 +
father's friendship for you; but now I entreat you for God's sake to do
 +
this for my son--and I shall always regard you as a benefactor," she
 +
added hurriedly. "No, don't be angry, but promise! I have asked Golitsyn
 +
and he has refused. Be the kindhearted man you always were," she said,
 +
trying to smile though tears were in her eyes.
 +
 
 +
"Papa, we shall be late," said Princess Helene, turning her beautiful
 +
head and looking over her classically molded shoulder as she stood
 +
waiting by the door.
 +
 
 +
Influence in society, however, is a capital which has to be economized
 +
if it is to last. Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that
 +
if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable
 +
to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence. But in
 +
Princess Drubetskaya's case he felt, after her second appeal, something
 +
like qualms of conscience. She had reminded him of what was quite true;
 +
he had been indebted to her father for the first steps in his career.
 +
Moreover, he could see by her manners that she was one of those women--
 +
mostly mothers--who, having once made up their minds, will not rest
 +
until they have gained their end, and are prepared if necessary to go on
 +
insisting day after day and hour after hour, and even to make scenes.
 +
This last consideration moved him.
 +
 
 +
"My dear Anna Mikhaylovna," said he with his usual familiarity and
 +
weariness of tone, "it is almost impossible for me to do what you ask;
 +
but to prove my devotion to you and how I respect your father's memory,
 +
I will do the impossible--your son shall be transferred to the Guards.
 +
Here is my hand on it. Are you satisfied?"
 +
 
 +
"My dear benefactor! This is what I expected from you--I knew your
 +
kindness!" He turned to go.
 +
 
 +
"Wait--just a word! When he has been transferred to the Guards..." she
 +
faltered. "You are on good terms with Michael Ilarionovich Kutuzov...
 +
recommend Boris to him as adjutant! Then I shall be at rest, and
 +
then..."
 +
 
 +
Prince Vasili smiled.
 +
 
 +
"No, I won't promise that. You don't know how Kutuzov is pestered since
 +
his appointment as Commander in Chief. He told me himself that all the
 +
Moscow ladies have conspired to give him all their sons as adjutants."
 +
 
 +
"No, but do promise! I won't let you go! My dear benefactor..."
 +
 
 +
"Papa," said his beautiful daughter in the same tone as before, "we
 +
shall be late."
 +
 
 +
"Well, au revoir! Good-bye! You hear her?"
 +
 
 +
"Then tomorrow you will speak to the Emperor?"
 +
 
 +
"Certainly; but about Kutuzov, I don't promise."
 +
 
 +
"Do promise, do promise, Vasili!" cried Anna Mikhaylovna as he went,
 +
with the smile of a coquettish girl, which at one time probably came
 +
naturally to her, but was now very ill-suited to her careworn face.
 +
 
 +
Apparently she had forgotten her age and by force of habit employed all
 +
the old feminine arts. But as soon as the prince had gone her face
 +
resumed its former cold, artificial expression. She returned to the
 +
group where the vicomte was still talking, and again pretended to
 +
listen, while waiting till it would be time to leave. Her task was
 +
accomplished.
 +
 
 +
 
 +
 
 +
 
 +
CHAPTER V
 +
 
 +
"And what do you think of this latest comedy, the coronation at Milan?"
 +
asked Anna Pavlovna, "and of the comedy of the people of Genoa and Lucca
 +
laying their petitions before Monsieur Buonaparte, and Monsieur
 +
Buonaparte sitting on a throne and granting the petitions of the
 +
nations? Adorable! It is enough to make one's head whirl! It is as if
 +
the whole world had gone crazy."
 +
 
 +
Prince Andrew looked Anna Pavlovna straight in the face with a sarcastic
 +
smile.
 +
 
 +
"'Dieu me la donne, gare a qui la touche!' * They say he was very fine
 +
when he said that," he remarked, repeating the words in Italian: "'Dio
 +
mi l'ha dato. Guai a chi la tocchi!'"
 +
 
 +
 
 +
* God has given it to me, let him who touches it beware!
 +
 
 +
"I hope this will prove the last drop that will make the glass run
 +
over," Anna Pavlovna continued. "The sovereigns will not be able to
 +
endure this man who is a menace to everything."
 +
 
 +
"The sovereigns? I do not speak of Russia," said the vicomte, polite but
 +
hopeless: "The sovereigns, madame... What have they done for Louis XVII,
 +
for the Queen, or for Madame Elizabeth? Nothing!" and he became more
 +
animated. "And believe me, they are reaping the reward of their betrayal
 +
of the Bourbon cause. The sovereigns! Why, they are sending ambassadors
 +
to compliment the usurper."
 +
 
 +
And sighing disdainfully, he again changed his position.
 +
 
 +
Prince Hippolyte, who had been gazing at the vicomte for some time
 +
through his lorgnette, suddenly turned completely round toward the
 +
little princess, and having asked for a needle began tracing the Conde
 +
coat of arms on the table. He explained this to her with as much gravity
 +
as if she had asked him to do it.
 +
 
 +
"Baton de gueules, engrele de gueules d'azur--maison Conde," said he.
 +
 
 +
The princess listened, smiling.
 +
 
 +
"If Buonaparte remains on the throne of France a year longer," the
 +
vicomte continued, with the air of a man who, in a matter with which he
 +
is better acquainted than anyone else, does not listen to others but
 +
follows the current of his own thoughts, "things will have gone too far.
 +
By intrigues, violence, exile, and executions, French society--I mean
 +
good French society--will have been forever destroyed, and then..."
 +
 
 +
He shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands. Pierre wished to
 +
make a remark, for the conversation interested him, but Anna Pavlovna,
 +
who had him under observation, interrupted:
 +
 
 +
"The Emperor Alexander," said she, with the melancholy which always
 +
accompanied any reference of hers to the Imperial family, "has declared
 +
that he will leave it to the French people themselves to choose their
 +
own form of government; and I believe that once free from the usurper,
 +
the whole nation will certainly throw itself into the arms of its
 +
rightful king," she concluded, trying to be amiable to the royalist
 +
emigrant.
 +
 
 +
"That is doubtful," said Prince Andrew. "Monsieur le Vicomte quite
 +
rightly supposes that matters have already gone too far. I think it will
 +
be difficult to return to the old regime."
 +
 
 +
"From what I have heard," said Pierre, blushing and breaking into the
 +
conversation, "almost all the aristocracy has already gone over to
 +
Bonaparte's side."
 +
 
 +
"It is the Buonapartists who say that," replied the vicomte without
 +
looking at Pierre. "At the present time it is difficult to know the real
 +
state of French public opinion."
 +
 
 +
"Bonaparte has said so," remarked Prince Andrew with a sarcastic smile.
 +
 
 +
It was evident that he did not like the vicomte and was aiming his
 +
remarks at him, though without looking at him.
 +
 
 +
"'I showed them the path to glory, but they did not follow it,'" Prince
 +
Andrew continued after a short silence, again quoting Napoleon's words.
 +
"'I opened my antechambers and they crowded in.' I do not know how far
 +
he was justified in saying so."
 +
 
 +
"Not in the least," replied the vicomte. "After the murder of the duc
 +
even the most partial ceased to regard him as a hero. If to some
 +
people," he went on, turning to Anna Pavlovna, "he ever was a hero,
 +
after the murder of the duc there was one martyr more in heaven and one
 +
hero less on earth."
 +
 
 +
Before Anna Pavlovna and the others had time to smile their appreciation
 +
of the vicomte's epigram, Pierre again broke into the conversation, and
 +
though Anna Pavlovna felt sure he would say something inappropriate, she
 +
was unable to stop him.
 +
 
 +
"The execution of the Duc d'Enghien," declared Monsieur Pierre, "was a
 +
political necessity, and it seems to me that Napoleon showed greatness
 +
of soul by not fearing to take on himself the whole responsibility of
 +
that deed."
 +
 
 +
"Dieu! Mon Dieu!" muttered Anna Pavlovna in a terrified whisper.
 +
 
 +
"What, Monsieur Pierre... Do you consider that assassination shows
 +
greatness of soul?" said the little princess, smiling and drawing her
 +
work nearer to her.
 +
 
 +
"Oh! Oh!" exclaimed several voices.
 +
 
 +
"Capital!" said Prince Hippolyte in English, and began slapping his knee
 +
with the palm of his hand.
 +
 
 +
The vicomte merely shrugged his shoulders. Pierre looked solemnly at his
 +
audience over his spectacles and continued.
 +
 
 +
"I say so," he continued desperately, "because the Bourbons fled from
 +
the Revolution leaving the people to anarchy, and Napoleon alone
 +
understood the Revolution and quelled it, and so for the general good,
 +
he could not stop short for the sake of one man's life."
 +
 
 +
"Won't you come over to the other table?" suggested Anna Pavlovna.
 +
 
 +
But Pierre continued his speech without heeding her.
 +
 
 +
"No," cried he, becoming more and more eager, "Napoleon is great because
 +
he rose superior to the Revolution, suppressed its abuses, preserved all
 +
that was good in it--equality of citizenship and freedom of speech and
 +
of the press--and only for that reason did he obtain power."
 +
 
 +
"Yes, if having obtained power, without availing himself of it to commit
 +
murder he had restored it to the rightful king, I should have called him
 +
a great man," remarked the vicomte.
 +
 
 +
"He could not do that. The people only gave him power that he might rid
 +
them of the Bourbons and because they saw that he was a great man. The
 +
Revolution was a grand thing!" continued Monsieur Pierre, betraying by
 +
this desperate and provocative proposition his extreme youth and his
 +
wish to express all that was in his mind.
 +
 
 +
"What? Revolution and regicide a grand thing?... Well, after that... But
 +
won't you come to this other table?" repeated Anna Pavlovna.
 +
 
 +
"Rousseau's Contrat Social," said the vicomte with a tolerant smile.
 +
 
 +
"I am not speaking of regicide, I am speaking about ideas."
 +
 
 +
"Yes: ideas of robbery, murder, and regicide," again interjected an
 +
ironical voice.
 +
 
 +
"Those were extremes, no doubt, but they are not what is most important.
 +
What is important are the rights of man, emancipation from prejudices,
 +
and equality of citizenship, and all these ideas Napoleon has retained
 +
in full force."
 +
 
 +
"Liberty and equality," said the vicomte contemptuously, as if at last
 +
deciding seriously to prove to this youth how foolish his words were,
 +
"high-sounding words which have long been discredited. Who does not love
 +
liberty and equality? Even our Saviour preached liberty and equality.
 +
Have people since the Revolution become happier? On the contrary. We
 +
wanted liberty, but Buonaparte has destroyed it."
 +
 
 +
Prince Andrew kept looking with an amused smile from Pierre to the
 +
vicomte and from the vicomte to their hostess. In the first moment of
 +
Pierre's outburst Anna Pavlovna, despite her social experience, was
 +
horror-struck. But when she saw that Pierre's sacrilegious words had not
 +
exasperated the vicomte, and had convinced herself that it was
 +
impossible to stop him, she rallied her forces and joined the vicomte in
 +
a vigorous attack on the orator.
 +
 
 +
"But, my dear Monsieur Pierre," said she, "how do you explain the fact
 +
of a great man executing a duc--or even an ordinary man who--is innocent
 +
and untried?"
 +
 
 +
"I should like," said the vicomte, "to ask how monsieur explains the
 +
18th Brumaire; was not that an imposture? It was a swindle, and not at
 +
all like the conduct of a great man!"
 +
 
 +
"And the prisoners he killed in Africa? That was horrible!" said the
 +
little princess, shrugging her shoulders.
 +
 
 +
"He's a low fellow, say what you will," remarked Prince Hippolyte.
 +
 
 +
Pierre, not knowing whom to answer, looked at them all and smiled. His
 +
smile was unlike the half-smile of other people. When he smiled, his
 +
grave, even rather gloomy, look was instantaneously replaced by another-
 +
-a childlike, kindly, even rather silly look, which seemed to ask
 +
forgiveness.
 +
 
 +
The vicomte who was meeting him for the first time saw clearly that this
 +
young Jacobin was not so terrible as his words suggested. All were
 +
silent.
 +
 
 +
"How do you expect him to answer you all at once?" said Prince Andrew.
 +
"Besides, in the actions of a statesman one has to distinguish between
 +
his acts as a private person, as a general, and as an emperor. So it
 +
seems to me."
 +
 
 +
"Yes, yes, of course!" Pierre chimed in, pleased at the arrival of this
 +
reinforcement.
 +
 
 +
"One must admit," continued Prince Andrew, "that Napoleon as a man was
 +
great on the bridge of Arcola, and in the hospital at Jaffa where he
 +
gave his hand to the plague-stricken; but... but there are other acts
 +
which it is difficult to justify."
 +
 
 +
Prince Andrew, who had evidently wished to tone down the awkwardness of
 +
Pierre's remarks, rose and made a sign to his wife that it was time to
 +
go.
 +
 
 +
Suddenly Prince Hippolyte started up making signs to everyone to attend,
 +
and asking them all to be seated began:
 +
 
 +
"I was told a charming Moscow story today and must treat you to it.
 +
Excuse me, Vicomte--I must tell it in Russian or the point will be
 +
lost...." And Prince Hippolyte began to tell his story in such Russian
 +
as a Frenchman would speak after spending about a year in Russia.
 +
Everyone waited, so emphatically and eagerly did he demand their
 +
attention to his story.
 +
 
 +
"There is in Moscow a lady, une dame, and she is very stingy. She must
 +
have two footmen behind her carriage, and very big ones. That was her
 +
taste. And she had a lady's maid, also big. She said..."
 +
 
 +
Here Prince Hippolyte paused, evidently collecting his ideas with
 +
difficulty.
 +
 
 +
"She said... Oh yes! She said, 'Girl,' to the maid, 'put on a livery,
 +
get up behind the carriage, and come with me while I make some calls.'"
 +
 
 +
Here Prince Hippolyte spluttered and burst out laughing long before his
 +
audience, which produced an effect unfavorable to the narrator. Several
 +
persons, among them the elderly lady and Anna Pavlovna, did however
 +
smile.
 +
 
 +
"She went. Suddenly there was a great wind. The girl lost her hat and
 +
her long hair came down...." Here he could contain himself no longer and
 +
went on, between gasps of laughter: "And the whole world knew...."
 +
 
 +
And so the anecdote ended. Though it was unintelligible why he had told
 +
it, or why it had to be told in Russian, still Anna Pavlovna and the
 +
others appreciated Prince Hippolyte's social tact in so agreeably ending
 +
Pierre's unpleasant and unamiable outburst. After the anecdote the
 +
conversation broke up into insignificant small talk about the last and
 +
next balls, about theatricals, and who would meet whom, and when and
 +
where.
 +
 
 +
 
 +
 
 +
 
 +
CHAPTER VI
 +
 
 +
Having thanked Anna Pavlovna for her charming soiree, the guests began
 +
to take their leave.
 +
 
 +
Pierre was ungainly. Stout, about the average height, broad, with huge
 +
red hands; he did not know, as the saying is, how to enter a drawing
 +
room and still less how to leave one; that is, how to say something
 +
particularly agreeable before going away. Besides this he was absent-
 +
minded. When he rose to go, he took up instead of his own, the general's
 +
three-cornered hat, and held it, pulling at the plume, till the general
 +
asked him to restore it. All his absent-mindedness and inability to
 +
enter a room and converse in it was, however, redeemed by his kindly,
 +
simple, and modest expression. Anna Pavlovna turned toward him and, with
 +
a Christian mildness that expressed forgiveness of his indiscretion,
 +
nodded and said: "I hope to see you again, but I also hope you will
 +
change your opinions, my dear Monsieur Pierre."
 +
 
 +
When she said this, he did not reply and only bowed, but again everybody
 +
saw his smile, which said nothing, unless perhaps, "Opinions are
 +
opinions, but you see what a capital, good-natured fellow I am." And
 +
everyone, including Anna Pavlovna, felt this.
 +
 
 +
Prince Andrew had gone out into the hall, and, turning his shoulders to
 +
the footman who was helping him on with his cloak, listened
 +
indifferently to his wife's chatter with Prince Hippolyte who had also
 +
come into the hall. Prince Hippolyte stood close to the pretty, pregnant
 +
princess, and stared fixedly at her through his eyeglass.
 +
 
 +
"Go in, Annette, or you will catch cold," said the little princess,
 +
taking leave of Anna Pavlovna. "It is settled," she added in a low
 +
voice.
 +
 
 +
Anna Pavlovna had already managed to speak to Lise about the match she
 +
contemplated between Anatole and the little princess' sister-in-law.
 +
 
 +
"I rely on you, my dear," said Anna Pavlovna, also in a low tone. "Write
 +
to her and let me know how her father looks at the matter. Au revoir!"--
 +
and she left the hall.
 +
 
 +
Prince Hippolyte approached the little princess and, bending his face
 +
close to her, began to whisper something.
 +
 
 +
Two footmen, the princess' and his own, stood holding a shawl and a
 +
cloak, waiting for the conversation to finish. They listened to the
 +
French sentences which to them were meaningless, with an air of
 +
understanding but not wishing to appear to do so. The princess as usual
 +
spoke smilingly and listened with a laugh.
 +
 
 +
"I am very glad I did not go to the ambassador's," said Prince Hippolyte
 +
"-so dull-. It has been a delightful evening, has it not? Delightful!"
 +
 
 +
"They say the ball will be very good," replied the princess, drawing up
 +
her downy little lip. "All the pretty women in society will be there."
 +
 
 +
"Not all, for you will not be there; not all," said Prince Hippolyte
 +
smiling joyfully; and snatching the shawl from the footman, whom he even
 +
pushed aside, he began wrapping it round the princess. Either from
 +
awkwardness or intentionally (no one could have said which) after the
 +
shawl had been adjusted he kept his arm around her for a long time, as
 +
though embracing her.
 +
 
 +
Still smiling, she gracefully moved away, turning and glancing at her
 +
husband. Prince Andrew's eyes were closed, so weary and sleepy did he
 +
seem.
 +
 
 +
"Are you ready?" he asked his wife, looking past her.
 +
 
 +
Prince Hippolyte hurriedly put on his cloak, which in the latest fashion
 +
reached to his very heels, and, stumbling in it, ran out into the porch
 +
following the princess, whom a footman was helping into the carriage.
 +
 
 +
"Princesse, au revoir," cried he, stumbling with his tongue as well as
 +
with his feet.
 +
 
 +
The princess, picking up her dress, was taking her seat in the dark
 +
carriage, her husband was adjusting his saber; Prince Hippolyte, under
 +
pretense of helping, was in everyone's way.
 +
 
 +
"Allow me, sir," said Prince Andrew in Russian in a cold, disagreeable
 +
tone to Prince Hippolyte who was blocking his path.
 +
 
 +
"I am expecting you, Pierre," said the same voice, but gently and
 +
affectionately.
 +
 
 +
The postilion started, the carriage wheels rattled. Prince Hippolyte
 +
laughed spasmodically as he stood in the porch waiting for the vicomte
 +
whom he had promised to take home.
 +
 
 +
"Well, mon cher," said the vicomte, having seated himself beside
 +
Hippolyte in the carriage, "your little princess is very nice, very nice
 +
indeed, quite French," and he kissed the tips of his fingers. Hippolyte
 +
burst out laughing.
 +
 
 +
"Do you know, you are a terrible chap for all your innocent airs,"
 +
continued the vicomte. "I pity the poor husband, that little officer who
 +
gives himself the airs of a monarch."
 +
 
 +
Hippolyte spluttered again, and amid his laughter said, "And you were
 +
saying that the Russian ladies are not equal to the French? One has to
 +
know how to deal with them."
 +
 
 +
Pierre reaching the house first went into Prince Andrew's study like one
 +
quite at home, and from habit immediately lay down on the sofa, took
 +
from the shelf the first book that came to his hand (it was Caesar's
 +
Commentaries), and resting on his elbow, began reading it in the middle.
 +
 
 +
"What have you done to Mlle Scherer? She will be quite ill now," said
 +
Prince Andrew, as he entered the study, rubbing his small white hands.
 +
 
 +
Pierre turned his whole body, making the sofa creak. He lifted his eager
 +
face to Prince Andrew, smiled, and waved his hand.
 +
 
 +
"That abbe is very interesting but he does not see the thing in the
 +
right light.... In my opinion perpetual peace is possible but--I do not
 +
know how to express it... not by a balance of political power...."
 +
 
 +
It was evident that Prince Andrew was not interested in such abstract
 +
conversation.
 +
 
 +
"One can't everywhere say all one thinks, mon cher. Well, have you at
 +
last decided on anything? Are you going to be a guardsman or a
 +
diplomatist?" asked Prince Andrew after a momentary silence.
 +
 
 +
Pierre sat up on the sofa, with his legs tucked under him.
 +
 
 +
"Really, I don't yet know. I don't like either the one or the other."
 +
 
 +
"But you must decide on something! Your father expects it."
 +
 
 +
Pierre at the age of ten had been sent abroad with an abbe as tutor, and
 +
had remained away till he was twenty. When he returned to Moscow his
 +
father dismissed the abbe and said to the young man, "Now go to
 +
Petersburg, look round, and choose your profession. I will agree to
 +
anything. Here is a letter to Prince Vasili, and here is money. Write to
 +
me all about it, and I will help you in everything." Pierre had already
 +
been choosing a career for three months, and had not decided on
 +
anything. It was about this choice that Prince Andrew was speaking.
 +
Pierre rubbed his forehead.
 +
 
 +
"But he must be a Freemason," said he, referring to the abbe whom he had
 +
met that evening.
 +
 
 +
"That is all nonsense." Prince Andrew again interrupted him, "let us
 +
talk business. Have you been to the Horse Guards?"
 +
 
 +
"No, I have not; but this is what I have been thinking and wanted to
 +
tell you. There is a war now against Napoleon. If it were a war for
 +
freedom I could understand it and should be the first to enter the army;
 +
but to help England and Austria against the greatest man in the world is
 +
not right."
 +
 
 +
Prince Andrew only shrugged his shoulders at Pierre's childish words. He
 +
put on the air of one who finds it impossible to reply to such nonsense,
 +
but it would in fact have been difficult to give any other answer than
 +
the one Prince Andrew gave to this naive question.
 +
 
 +
"If no one fought except on his own conviction, there would be no wars,"
 +
he said.
 +
 
 +
"And that would be splendid," said Pierre.
 +
 
 +
Prince Andrew smiled ironically.
 +
 
 +
"Very likely it would be splendid, but it will never come about..."
 +
 
 +
"Well, why are you going to the war?" asked Pierre.
 +
 
 +
"What for? I don't know. I must. Besides that I am going..." He paused.
 +
"I am going because the life I am leading here does not suit me!"
 +
 
 +
 
 +
 
 +
 
 +
CHAPTER VII
 +
 
 +
The rustle of a woman's dress was heard in the next room. Prince Andrew
 +
shook himself as if waking up, and his face assumed the look it had had
 +
in Anna Pavlovna's drawing room. Pierre removed his feet from the sofa.
 +
The princess came in. She had changed her gown for a house dress as
 +
fresh and elegant as the other. Prince Andrew rose and politely placed a
 +
chair for her.
 +
 
 +
"How is it," she began, as usual in French, settling down briskly and
 +
fussily in the easy chair, "how is it Annette never got married? How
 +
stupid you men all are not to have married her! Excuse me for saying so,
 +
but you have no sense about women. What an argumentative fellow you are,
 +
Monsieur Pierre!"
 +
 
 +
"And I am still arguing with your husband. I can't understand why he
 +
wants to go to the war," replied Pierre, addressing the princess with
 +
none of the embarrassment so commonly shown by young men in their
 +
intercourse with young women.
 +
 
 +
The princess started. Evidently Pierre's words touched her to the quick.
 +
 
 +
"Ah, that is just what I tell him!" said she. "I don't understand it; I
 +
don't in the least understand why men can't live without wars. How is it
 +
that we women don't want anything of the kind, don't need it? Now you
 +
shall judge between us. I always tell him: Here he is Uncle's aide-de-
 +
camp, a most brilliant position. He is so well known, so much
 +
appreciated by everyone. The other day at the Apraksins' I heard a lady
 +
asking, 'Is that the famous Prince Andrew?' I did indeed." She laughed.
 +
"He is so well received everywhere. He might easily become aide-de-camp
 +
to the Emperor. You know the Emperor spoke to him most graciously.
 +
Annette and I were speaking of how to arrange it. What do you think?"
 +
 
 +
Pierre looked at his friend and, noticing that he did not like the
 +
conversation, gave no reply.
 +
 
 +
"When are you starting?" he asked.
 +
 
 +
"Oh, don't speak of his going, don't! I won't hear it spoken of," said
 +
the princess in the same petulantly playful tone in which she had spoken
 +
to Hippolyte in the drawing room and which was so plainly ill-suited to
 +
the family circle of which Pierre was almost a member. "Today when I
 +
remembered that all these delightful associations must be broken off...
 +
and then you know, Andre..." (she looked significantly at her husband)
 +
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid!" she whispered, and a shudder ran down her
 +
back.
 +
 
 +
Her husband looked at her as if surprised to notice that someone besides
 +
Pierre and himself was in the room, and addressed her in a tone of
 +
frigid politeness.
 +
 
 +
"What is it you are afraid of, Lise? I don't understand," said he.
 +
 
 +
"There, what egotists men all are: all, all egotists! Just for a whim of
 +
his own, goodness only knows why, he leaves me and locks me up alone in
 +
the country."
 +
 
 +
"With my father and sister, remember," said Prince Andrew gently.
 +
 
 +
"Alone all the same, without my friends.... And he expects me not to be
 +
afraid."
 +
 
 +
Her tone was now querulous and her lip drawn up, giving her not a
 +
joyful, but an animal, squirrel-like expression. She paused as if she
 +
felt it indecorous to speak of her pregnancy before Pierre, though the
 +
gist of the matter lay in that.
 +
 
 +
"I still can't understand what you are afraid of," said Prince Andrew
 +
slowly, not taking his eyes off his wife.
 +
 
 +
The princess blushed, and raised her arms with a gesture of despair.
 +
 
 +
"No, Andrew, I must say you have changed. Oh, how you have..."
 +
 
 +
"Your doctor tells you to go to bed earlier," said Prince Andrew. "You
 +
had better go."
 +
 
 +
The princess said nothing, but suddenly her short downy lip quivered.

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CHAPTER I

"Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you--sit down and tell me all the news."

It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.

All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:

"If you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10--Annette Scherer."

"Heavens! what a virulent attack!" replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.

"First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend's mind at rest," said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.

"Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?" said Anna Pavlovna. "You are staying the whole evening, I hope?"

"And the fete at the English ambassador's? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there," said the prince. "My daughter is coming for me to take me there."

"I thought today's fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome."

"If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off," said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.

"Don't tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev's dispatch? You know everything."

"What can one say about it?" replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. "What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours."

Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.

In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:

"Oh, don't speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don't understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one.... Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?... England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander's loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him.... And I don't believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!"

She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.

"I think," said the prince with a smile, "that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia's consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?"

"In a moment. A propos," she added, becoming calm again, "I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?"

"I shall be delighted to meet them," said the prince. "But tell me," he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, "is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature."

Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.

Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.

"Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister," was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.

As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna's face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.

The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak as he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:

"Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful."

The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.

"I often think," she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation--"I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don't speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don't like him," she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. "Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don't deserve to have them."

And she smiled her ecstatic smile.

"I can't help it," said the prince. "Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity."

"Don't joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves" (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), "he was mentioned at Her Majesty's and you were pitied...."

The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.

"What would you have me do?" he said at last. "You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them." He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.

"And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with," said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.

"I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can't be helped!"

He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.

"Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?" she asked. "They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don't feel that weakness in myself as yet, I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya."

Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.

"Do you know," he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, "that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And," he went on after a pause, "what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?" Presently he added: "That's what we fathers have to put up with.... Is this princess of yours rich?"

"Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed 'the King of Prussia.' He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutuzov's and will be here tonight."

"Listen, dear Annette," said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna's hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. "Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave-slafe with an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that's all I want."

And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor's hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.

"Attendez," said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, "I'll speak to Lise, young Bolkonski's wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family's behalf that I'll start my apprenticeship as old maid."



CHAPTER II

Anna Pavlovna's drawing room was gradually filling. The highest Petersburg society was assembled there: people differing widely in age and character but alike in the social circle to which they belonged. Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to take her father to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge as maid of honor. The youthful little Princess Bolkonskaya, known as la femme la plus seduisante de Petersbourg, * was also there. She had been married during the previous winter, and being pregnant did not go to any large gatherings, but only to small receptions. Prince Vasili's son, Hippolyte, had come with Mortemart, whom he introduced. The Abbe Morio and many others had also come.


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To each new arrival Anna Pavlovna said, "You have not yet seen my aunt," or "You do not know my aunt?" and very gravely conducted him or her to a little old lady, wearing large bows of ribbon in her cap, who had come sailing in from another room as soon as the guests began to arrive; and slowly turning her eyes from the visitor to her aunt, Anna Pavlovna mentioned each one's name and then left them.

Each visitor performed the ceremony of greeting this old aunt whom not one of them knew, not one of them wanted to know, and not one of them cared about; Anna Pavlovna observed these greetings with mournful and solemn interest and silent approval. The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today." And each visitor, though politeness prevented his showing impatience, left the old woman with a sense of relief at having performed a vexatious duty and did not return to her the whole evening.

The young Princess Bolkonskaya had brought some work in a gold- embroidered velvet bag. Her pretty little upper lip, on which a delicate dark down was just perceptible, was too short for her teeth, but it lifted all the more sweetly, and was especially charming when she occasionally drew it down to meet the lower lip. As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect--the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth--seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty. Everyone brightened at the sight of this pretty young woman, so soon to become a mother, so full of life and health, and carrying her burden so lightly. Old men and dull dispirited young ones who looked at her, after being in her company and talking to her a little while, felt as if they too were becoming, like her, full of life and health. All who talked to her, and at each word saw her bright smile and the constant gleam of her white teeth, thought that they were in a specially amiable mood that day.

The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her. "I have brought my work," said she in French, displaying her bag and addressing all present. "Mind, Annette, I hope you have not played a wicked trick on me," she added, turning to her hostess. "You wrote that it was to be quite a small reception, and just see how badly I am dressed." And she spread out her arms to show her short-waisted, lace-trimmed, dainty gray dress, girdled with a broad ribbon just below the breast.

"Soyez tranquille, Lise, you will always be prettier than anyone else," replied Anna Pavlovna.

"You know," said the princess in the same tone of voice and still in French, turning to a general, "my husband is deserting me? He is going to get himself killed. Tell me what this wretched war is for?" she added, addressing Prince Vasili, and without waiting for an answer she turned to speak to his daughter, the beautiful Helene.

"What a delightful woman this little princess is!" said Prince Vasili to Anna Pavlovna.

One of the next arrivals was a stout, heavily built young man with close-cropped hair, spectacles, the light-colored breeches fashionable at that time, a very high ruffle, and a brown dress coat. This stout young man was an illegitimate son of Count Bezukhov, a well-known grandee of Catherine's time who now lay dying in Moscow. The young man had not yet entered either the military or civil service, as he had only just returned from abroad where he had been educated, and this was his first appearance in society. Anna Pavlovna greeted him with the nod she accorded to the lowest hierarchy in her drawing room. But in spite of this lowest-grade greeting, a look of anxiety and fear, as at the sight of something too large and unsuited to the place, came over her face when she saw Pierre enter. Though he was certainly rather bigger than the other men in the room, her anxiety could only have reference to the clever though shy, but observant and natural, expression which distinguished him from everyone else in that drawing room.

"It is very good of you, Monsieur Pierre, to come and visit a poor invalid," said Anna Pavlovna, exchanging an alarmed glance with her aunt as she conducted him to her.

Pierre murmured something unintelligible, and continued to look round as if in search of something. On his way to the aunt he bowed to the little princess with a pleased smile, as to an intimate acquaintance.

Anna Pavlovna's alarm was justified, for Pierre turned away from the aunt without waiting to hear her speech about Her Majesty's health. Anna Pavlovna in dismay detained him with the words: "Do you know the Abbe Morio? He is a most interesting man."

"Yes, I have heard of his scheme for perpetual peace, and it is very interesting but hardly feasible."

"You think so?" rejoined Anna Pavlovna in order to say something and get away to attend to her duties as hostess. But Pierre now committed a reverse act of impoliteness. First he had left a lady before she had finished speaking to him, and now he continued to speak to another who wished to get away. With his head bent, and his big feet spread apart, he began explaining his reasons for thinking the abbe's plan chimerical.

"We will talk of it later," said Anna Pavlovna with a smile.

And having got rid of this young man who did not know how to behave, she resumed her duties as hostess and continued to listen and watch, ready to help at any point where the conversation might happen to flag. As the foreman of a spinning mill, when he has set the hands to work, goes round and notices here a spindle that has stopped or there one that creaks or makes more noise than it should, and hastens to check the machine or set it in proper motion, so Anna Pavlovna moved about her drawing room, approaching now a silent, now a too-noisy group, and by a word or slight rearrangement kept the conversational machine in steady, proper, and regular motion. But amid these cares her anxiety about Pierre was evident. She kept an anxious watch on him when he approached the group round Mortemart to listen to what was being said there, and again when he passed to another group whose center was the abbe.

Pierre had been educated abroad, and this reception at Anna Pavlovna's was the first he had attended in Russia. He knew that all the intellectual lights of Petersburg were gathered there and, like a child in a toyshop, did not know which way to look, afraid of missing any clever conversation that was to be heard. Seeing the self-confident and refined expression on the faces of those present he was always expecting to hear something very profound. At last he came up to Morio. Here the conversation seemed interesting and he stood waiting for an opportunity to express his own views, as young people are fond of doing.



CHAPTER III

Anna Pavlovna's reception was in full swing. The spindles hummed steadily and ceaselessly on all sides. With the exception of the aunt, beside whom sat only one elderly lady, who with her thin careworn face was rather out of place in this brilliant society, the whole company had settled into three groups. One, chiefly masculine, had formed round the abbe. Another, of young people, was grouped round the beautiful Princess Helene, Prince Vasili's daughter, and the little Princess Bolkonskaya, very pretty and rosy, though rather too plump for her age. The third group was gathered round Mortemart and Anna Pavlovna.

The vicomte was a nice-looking young man with soft features and polished manners, who evidently considered himself a celebrity but out of politeness modestly placed himself at the disposal of the circle in which he found himself. Anna Pavlovna was obviously serving him up as a treat to her guests. As a clever maitre d'hotel serves up as a specially choice delicacy a piece of meat that no one who had seen it in the kitchen would have cared to eat, so Anna Pavlovna served up to her guests, first the vicomte and then the abbe, as peculiarly choice morsels. The group about Mortemart immediately began discussing the murder of the Duc d'Enghien. The vicomte said that the Duc d'Enghien had perished by his own magnanimity, and that there were particular reasons for Buonaparte's hatred of him.

"Ah, yes! Do tell us all about it, Vicomte," said Anna Pavlovna, with a pleasant feeling that there was something a la Louis XV in the sound of that sentence: "Contez nous cela, Vicomte."

The vicomte bowed and smiled courteously in token of his willingness to comply. Anna Pavlovna arranged a group round him, inviting everyone to listen to his tale.

"The vicomte knew the duc personally," whispered Anna Pavlovna to one of the guests. "The vicomte is a wonderful raconteur," said she to another. "How evidently he belongs to the best society," said she to a third; and the vicomte was served up to the company in the choicest and most advantageous style, like a well-garnished joint of roast beef on a hot dish.

The vicomte wished to begin his story and gave a subtle smile.

"Come over here, Helene, dear," said Anna Pavlovna to the beautiful young princess who was sitting some way off, the center of another group.

The princess smiled. She rose with the same unchanging smile with which she had first entered the room--the smile of a perfectly beautiful woman. With a slight rustle of her white dress trimmed with moss and ivy, with a gleam of white shoulders, glossy hair, and sparkling diamonds, she passed between the men who made way for her, not looking at any of them but smiling on all, as if graciously allowing each the privilege of admiring her beautiful figure and shapely shoulders, back, and bosom--which in the fashion of those days were very much exposed-- and she seemed to bring the glamour of a ballroom with her as she moved toward Anna Pavlovna. Helene was so lovely that not only did she not show any trace of coquetry, but on the contrary she even appeared shy of her unquestionable and all too victorious beauty. She seemed to wish, but to be unable, to diminish its effect.

"How lovely!" said everyone who saw her; and the vicomte lifted his shoulders and dropped his eyes as if startled by something extraordinary when she took her seat opposite and beamed upon him also with her unchanging smile.

"Madame, I doubt my ability before such an audience," said he, smilingly inclining his head.

The princess rested her bare round arm on a little table and considered a reply unnecessary. She smilingly waited. All the time the story was being told she sat upright, glancing now at her beautiful round arm, altered in shape by its pressure on the table, now at her still more beautiful bosom, on which she readjusted a diamond necklace. From time to time she smoothed the folds of her dress, and whenever the story produced an effect she glanced at Anna Pavlovna, at once adopted just the expression she saw on the maid of honor's face, and again relapsed into her radiant smile.

The little princess had also left the tea table and followed Helene.

"Wait a moment, I'll get my work.... Now then, what are you thinking of?" she went on, turning to Prince Hippolyte. "Fetch me my workbag."

There was a general movement as the princess, smiling and talking merrily to everyone at once, sat down and gaily arranged herself in her seat.

"Now I am all right," she said, and asking the vicomte to begin, she took up her work.

Prince Hippolyte, having brought the workbag, joined the circle and moving a chair close to hers seated himself beside her.

Le charmant Hippolyte was surprising by his extraordinary resemblance to his beautiful sister, but yet more by the fact that in spite of this resemblance he was exceedingly ugly. His features were like his sister's, but while in her case everything was lit up by a joyous, self- satisfied, youthful, and constant smile of animation, and by the wonderful classic beauty of her figure, his face on the contrary was dulled by imbecility and a constant expression of sullen self- confidence, while his body was thin and weak. His eyes, nose, and mouth all seemed puckered into a vacant, wearied grimace, and his arms and legs always fell into unnatural positions.

"It's not going to be a ghost story?" said he, sitting down beside the princess and hastily adjusting his lorgnette, as if without this instrument he could not begin to speak.

"Why no, my dear fellow," said the astonished narrator, shrugging his shoulders.

"Because I hate ghost stories," said Prince Hippolyte in a tone which showed that he only understood the meaning of his words after he had uttered them.

He spoke with such self-confidence that his hearers could not be sure whether what he said was very witty or very stupid. He was dressed in a dark-green dress coat, knee breeches of the color of cuisse de nymphe effrayee, as he called it, shoes, and silk stockings.

The vicomte told his tale very neatly. It was an anecdote, then current, to the effect that the Duc d'Enghien had gone secretly to Paris to visit Mademoiselle George; that at her house he came upon Bonaparte, who also enjoyed the famous actress' favors, and that in his presence Napoleon happened to fall into one of the fainting fits to which he was subject, and was thus at the duc's mercy. The latter spared him, and this magnanimity Bonaparte subsequently repaid by death.

The story was very pretty and interesting, especially at the point where the rivals suddenly recognized one another; and the ladies looked agitated.

"Charming!" said Anna Pavlovna with an inquiring glance at the little princess.

"Charming!" whispered the little princess, sticking the needle into her work as if to testify that the interest and fascination of the story prevented her from going on with it.

The vicomte appreciated this silent praise and smiling gratefully prepared to continue, but just then Anna Pavlovna, who had kept a watchful eye on the young man who so alarmed her, noticed that he was talking too loudly and vehemently with the abbe, so she hurried to the rescue. Pierre had managed to start a conversation with the abbe about the balance of power, and the latter, evidently interested by the young man's simple-minded eagerness, was explaining his pet theory. Both were talking and listening too eagerly and too naturally, which was why Anna Pavlovna disapproved.

"The means are... the balance of power in Europe and the rights of the people," the abbe was saying. "It is only necessary for one powerful nation like Russia--barbaric as she is said to be--to place herself disinterestedly at the head of an alliance having for its object the maintenance of the balance of power of Europe, and it would save the world!"

"But how are you to get that balance?" Pierre was beginning.

At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate. The Italian's face instantly changed and assumed an offensively affected, sugary expression, evidently habitual to him when conversing with women.

"I am so enchanted by the brilliancy of the wit and culture of the society, more especially of the feminine society, in which I have had the honor of being received, that I have not yet had time to think of the climate," said he.

Not letting the abbe and Pierre escape, Anna Pavlovna, the more conveniently to keep them under observation, brought them into the larger circle.



CHAPTER IV

Just then another visitor entered the drawing room: Prince Andrew Bolkonski, the little princess' husband. He was a very handsome young man, of medium height, with firm, clearcut features. Everything about him, from his weary, bored expression to his quiet, measured step, offered a most striking contrast to his quiet, little wife. It was evident that he not only knew everyone in the drawing room, but had found them to be so tiresome that it wearied him to look at or listen to them. And among all these faces that he found so tedious, none seemed to bore him so much as that of his pretty wife. He turned away from her with a grimace that distorted his handsome face, kissed Anna Pavlovna's hand, and screwing up his eyes scanned the whole company.

"You are off to the war, Prince?" said Anna Pavlovna.

"General Kutuzov," said Bolkonski, speaking French and stressing the last syllable of the general's name like a Frenchman, "has been pleased to take me as an aide-de-camp...."

"And Lise, your wife?"

"She will go to the country."

"Are you not ashamed to deprive us of your charming wife?"

"Andre," said his wife, addressing her husband in the same coquettish manner in which she spoke to other men, "the vicomte has been telling us such a tale about Mademoiselle George and Buonaparte!"

Prince Andrew screwed up his eyes and turned away. Pierre, who from the moment Prince Andrew entered the room had watched him with glad, affectionate eyes, now came up and took his arm. Before he looked round Prince Andrew frowned again, expressing his annoyance with whoever was touching his arm, but when he saw Pierre's beaming face he gave him an unexpectedly kind and pleasant smile.

"There now!... So you, too, are in the great world?" said he to Pierre.

"I knew you would be here," replied Pierre. "I will come to supper with you. May I?" he added in a low voice so as not to disturb the vicomte who was continuing his story.

"No, impossible!" said Prince Andrew, laughing and pressing Pierre's hand to show that there was no need to ask the question. He wished to say something more, but at that moment Prince Vasili and his daughter got up to go and the two young men rose to let them pass.

"You must excuse me, dear Vicomte," said Prince Vasili to the Frenchman, holding him down by the sleeve in a friendly way to prevent his rising. "This unfortunate fete at the ambassador's deprives me of a pleasure, and obliges me to interrupt you. I am very sorry to leave your enchanting party," said he, turning to Anna Pavlovna.

His daughter, Princess Helene, passed between the chairs, lightly holding up the folds of her dress, and the smile shone still more radiantly on her beautiful face. Pierre gazed at her with rapturous, almost frightened, eyes as she passed him.

"Very lovely," said Prince Andrew.

"Very," said Pierre.

In passing Prince Vasili seized Pierre's hand and said to Anna Pavlovna: "Educate this bear for me! He has been staying with me a whole month and this is the first time I have seen him in society. Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the society of clever women."

Anna Pavlovna smiled and promised to take Pierre in hand. She knew his father to be a connection of Prince Vasili's. The elderly lady who had been sitting with the old aunt rose hurriedly and overtook Prince Vasili in the anteroom. All the affectation of interest she had assumed had left her kindly and tear-worn face and it now expressed only anxiety and fear.

"How about my son Boris, Prince?" said she, hurrying after him into the anteroom. "I can't remain any longer in Petersburg. Tell me what news I may take back to my poor boy."

Although Prince Vasili listened reluctantly and not very politely to the elderly lady, even betraying some impatience, she gave him an ingratiating and appealing smile, and took his hand that he might not go away.

"What would it cost you to say a word to the Emperor, and then he would be transferred to the Guards at once?" said she.

"Believe me, Princess, I am ready to do all I can," answered Prince Vasili, "but it is difficult for me to ask the Emperor. I should advise you to appeal to Rumyantsev through Prince Golitsyn. That would be the best way."

The elderly lady was a Princess Drubetskaya, belonging to one of the best families in Russia, but she was poor, and having long been out of society had lost her former influential connections. She had now come to Petersburg to procure an appointment in the Guards for her only son. It was, in fact, solely to meet Prince Vasili that she had obtained an invitation to Anna Pavlovna's reception and had sat listening to the vicomte's story. Prince Vasili's words frightened her, an embittered look clouded her once handsome face, but only for a moment; then she smiled again and clutched Prince Vasili's arm more tightly.

"Listen to me, Prince," said she. "I have never yet asked you for anything and I never will again, nor have I ever reminded you of my father's friendship for you; but now I entreat you for God's sake to do this for my son--and I shall always regard you as a benefactor," she added hurriedly. "No, don't be angry, but promise! I have asked Golitsyn and he has refused. Be the kindhearted man you always were," she said, trying to smile though tears were in her eyes.

"Papa, we shall be late," said Princess Helene, turning her beautiful head and looking over her classically molded shoulder as she stood waiting by the door.

Influence in society, however, is a capital which has to be economized if it is to last. Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence. But in Princess Drubetskaya's case he felt, after her second appeal, something like qualms of conscience. She had reminded him of what was quite true; he had been indebted to her father for the first steps in his career. Moreover, he could see by her manners that she was one of those women-- mostly mothers--who, having once made up their minds, will not rest until they have gained their end, and are prepared if necessary to go on insisting day after day and hour after hour, and even to make scenes. This last consideration moved him.

"My dear Anna Mikhaylovna," said he with his usual familiarity and weariness of tone, "it is almost impossible for me to do what you ask; but to prove my devotion to you and how I respect your father's memory, I will do the impossible--your son shall be transferred to the Guards. Here is my hand on it. Are you satisfied?"

"My dear benefactor! This is what I expected from you--I knew your kindness!" He turned to go.

"Wait--just a word! When he has been transferred to the Guards..." she faltered. "You are on good terms with Michael Ilarionovich Kutuzov... recommend Boris to him as adjutant! Then I shall be at rest, and then..."

Prince Vasili smiled.

"No, I won't promise that. You don't know how Kutuzov is pestered since his appointment as Commander in Chief. He told me himself that all the Moscow ladies have conspired to give him all their sons as adjutants."

"No, but do promise! I won't let you go! My dear benefactor..."

"Papa," said his beautiful daughter in the same tone as before, "we shall be late."

"Well, au revoir! Good-bye! You hear her?"

"Then tomorrow you will speak to the Emperor?"

"Certainly; but about Kutuzov, I don't promise."

"Do promise, do promise, Vasili!" cried Anna Mikhaylovna as he went, with the smile of a coquettish girl, which at one time probably came naturally to her, but was now very ill-suited to her careworn face.

Apparently she had forgotten her age and by force of habit employed all the old feminine arts. But as soon as the prince had gone her face resumed its former cold, artificial expression. She returned to the group where the vicomte was still talking, and again pretended to listen, while waiting till it would be time to leave. Her task was accomplished.



CHAPTER V

"And what do you think of this latest comedy, the coronation at Milan?" asked Anna Pavlovna, "and of the comedy of the people of Genoa and Lucca laying their petitions before Monsieur Buonaparte, and Monsieur Buonaparte sitting on a throne and granting the petitions of the nations? Adorable! It is enough to make one's head whirl! It is as if the whole world had gone crazy."

Prince Andrew looked Anna Pavlovna straight in the face with a sarcastic smile.

"'Dieu me la donne, gare a qui la touche!' * They say he was very fine when he said that," he remarked, repeating the words in Italian: "'Dio mi l'ha dato. Guai a chi la tocchi!'"


  • God has given it to me, let him who touches it beware!

"I hope this will prove the last drop that will make the glass run over," Anna Pavlovna continued. "The sovereigns will not be able to endure this man who is a menace to everything."

"The sovereigns? I do not speak of Russia," said the vicomte, polite but hopeless: "The sovereigns, madame... What have they done for Louis XVII, for the Queen, or for Madame Elizabeth? Nothing!" and he became more animated. "And believe me, they are reaping the reward of their betrayal of the Bourbon cause. The sovereigns! Why, they are sending ambassadors to compliment the usurper."

And sighing disdainfully, he again changed his position.

Prince Hippolyte, who had been gazing at the vicomte for some time through his lorgnette, suddenly turned completely round toward the little princess, and having asked for a needle began tracing the Conde coat of arms on the table. He explained this to her with as much gravity as if she had asked him to do it.

"Baton de gueules, engrele de gueules d'azur--maison Conde," said he.

The princess listened, smiling.

"If Buonaparte remains on the throne of France a year longer," the vicomte continued, with the air of a man who, in a matter with which he is better acquainted than anyone else, does not listen to others but follows the current of his own thoughts, "things will have gone too far. By intrigues, violence, exile, and executions, French society--I mean good French society--will have been forever destroyed, and then..."

He shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands. Pierre wished to make a remark, for the conversation interested him, but Anna Pavlovna, who had him under observation, interrupted:

"The Emperor Alexander," said she, with the melancholy which always accompanied any reference of hers to the Imperial family, "has declared that he will leave it to the French people themselves to choose their own form of government; and I believe that once free from the usurper, the whole nation will certainly throw itself into the arms of its rightful king," she concluded, trying to be amiable to the royalist emigrant.

"That is doubtful," said Prince Andrew. "Monsieur le Vicomte quite rightly supposes that matters have already gone too far. I think it will be difficult to return to the old regime."

"From what I have heard," said Pierre, blushing and breaking into the conversation, "almost all the aristocracy has already gone over to Bonaparte's side."

"It is the Buonapartists who say that," replied the vicomte without looking at Pierre. "At the present time it is difficult to know the real state of French public opinion."

"Bonaparte has said so," remarked Prince Andrew with a sarcastic smile.

It was evident that he did not like the vicomte and was aiming his remarks at him, though without looking at him.

"'I showed them the path to glory, but they did not follow it,'" Prince Andrew continued after a short silence, again quoting Napoleon's words. "'I opened my antechambers and they crowded in.' I do not know how far he was justified in saying so."

"Not in the least," replied the vicomte. "After the murder of the duc even the most partial ceased to regard him as a hero. If to some people," he went on, turning to Anna Pavlovna, "he ever was a hero, after the murder of the duc there was one martyr more in heaven and one hero less on earth."

Before Anna Pavlovna and the others had time to smile their appreciation of the vicomte's epigram, Pierre again broke into the conversation, and though Anna Pavlovna felt sure he would say something inappropriate, she was unable to stop him.

"The execution of the Duc d'Enghien," declared Monsieur Pierre, "was a political necessity, and it seems to me that Napoleon showed greatness of soul by not fearing to take on himself the whole responsibility of that deed."

"Dieu! Mon Dieu!" muttered Anna Pavlovna in a terrified whisper.

"What, Monsieur Pierre... Do you consider that assassination shows greatness of soul?" said the little princess, smiling and drawing her work nearer to her.

"Oh! Oh!" exclaimed several voices.

"Capital!" said Prince Hippolyte in English, and began slapping his knee with the palm of his hand.

The vicomte merely shrugged his shoulders. Pierre looked solemnly at his audience over his spectacles and continued.

"I say so," he continued desperately, "because the Bourbons fled from the Revolution leaving the people to anarchy, and Napoleon alone understood the Revolution and quelled it, and so for the general good, he could not stop short for the sake of one man's life."

"Won't you come over to the other table?" suggested Anna Pavlovna.

But Pierre continued his speech without heeding her.

"No," cried he, becoming more and more eager, "Napoleon is great because he rose superior to the Revolution, suppressed its abuses, preserved all that was good in it--equality of citizenship and freedom of speech and of the press--and only for that reason did he obtain power."

"Yes, if having obtained power, without availing himself of it to commit murder he had restored it to the rightful king, I should have called him a great man," remarked the vicomte.

"He could not do that. The people only gave him power that he might rid them of the Bourbons and because they saw that he was a great man. The Revolution was a grand thing!" continued Monsieur Pierre, betraying by this desperate and provocative proposition his extreme youth and his wish to express all that was in his mind.

"What? Revolution and regicide a grand thing?... Well, after that... But won't you come to this other table?" repeated Anna Pavlovna.

"Rousseau's Contrat Social," said the vicomte with a tolerant smile.

"I am not speaking of regicide, I am speaking about ideas."

"Yes: ideas of robbery, murder, and regicide," again interjected an ironical voice.

"Those were extremes, no doubt, but they are not what is most important. What is important are the rights of man, emancipation from prejudices, and equality of citizenship, and all these ideas Napoleon has retained in full force."

"Liberty and equality," said the vicomte contemptuously, as if at last deciding seriously to prove to this youth how foolish his words were, "high-sounding words which have long been discredited. Who does not love liberty and equality? Even our Saviour preached liberty and equality. Have people since the Revolution become happier? On the contrary. We wanted liberty, but Buonaparte has destroyed it."

Prince Andrew kept looking with an amused smile from Pierre to the vicomte and from the vicomte to their hostess. In the first moment of Pierre's outburst Anna Pavlovna, despite her social experience, was horror-struck. But when she saw that Pierre's sacrilegious words had not exasperated the vicomte, and had convinced herself that it was impossible to stop him, she rallied her forces and joined the vicomte in a vigorous attack on the orator.

"But, my dear Monsieur Pierre," said she, "how do you explain the fact of a great man executing a duc--or even an ordinary man who--is innocent and untried?"

"I should like," said the vicomte, "to ask how monsieur explains the 18th Brumaire; was not that an imposture? It was a swindle, and not at all like the conduct of a great man!"

"And the prisoners he killed in Africa? That was horrible!" said the little princess, shrugging her shoulders.

"He's a low fellow, say what you will," remarked Prince Hippolyte.

Pierre, not knowing whom to answer, looked at them all and smiled. His smile was unlike the half-smile of other people. When he smiled, his grave, even rather gloomy, look was instantaneously replaced by another- -a childlike, kindly, even rather silly look, which seemed to ask forgiveness.

The vicomte who was meeting him for the first time saw clearly that this young Jacobin was not so terrible as his words suggested. All were silent.

"How do you expect him to answer you all at once?" said Prince Andrew. "Besides, in the actions of a statesman one has to distinguish between his acts as a private person, as a general, and as an emperor. So it seems to me."

"Yes, yes, of course!" Pierre chimed in, pleased at the arrival of this reinforcement.

"One must admit," continued Prince Andrew, "that Napoleon as a man was great on the bridge of Arcola, and in the hospital at Jaffa where he gave his hand to the plague-stricken; but... but there are other acts which it is difficult to justify."

Prince Andrew, who had evidently wished to tone down the awkwardness of Pierre's remarks, rose and made a sign to his wife that it was time to go.

Suddenly Prince Hippolyte started up making signs to everyone to attend, and asking them all to be seated began:

"I was told a charming Moscow story today and must treat you to it. Excuse me, Vicomte--I must tell it in Russian or the point will be lost...." And Prince Hippolyte began to tell his story in such Russian as a Frenchman would speak after spending about a year in Russia. Everyone waited, so emphatically and eagerly did he demand their attention to his story.

"There is in Moscow a lady, une dame, and she is very stingy. She must have two footmen behind her carriage, and very big ones. That was her taste. And she had a lady's maid, also big. She said..."

Here Prince Hippolyte paused, evidently collecting his ideas with difficulty.

"She said... Oh yes! She said, 'Girl,' to the maid, 'put on a livery, get up behind the carriage, and come with me while I make some calls.'"

Here Prince Hippolyte spluttered and burst out laughing long before his audience, which produced an effect unfavorable to the narrator. Several persons, among them the elderly lady and Anna Pavlovna, did however smile.

"She went. Suddenly there was a great wind. The girl lost her hat and her long hair came down...." Here he could contain himself no longer and went on, between gasps of laughter: "And the whole world knew...."

And so the anecdote ended. Though it was unintelligible why he had told it, or why it had to be told in Russian, still Anna Pavlovna and the others appreciated Prince Hippolyte's social tact in so agreeably ending Pierre's unpleasant and unamiable outburst. After the anecdote the conversation broke up into insignificant small talk about the last and next balls, about theatricals, and who would meet whom, and when and where.



CHAPTER VI

Having thanked Anna Pavlovna for her charming soiree, the guests began to take their leave.

Pierre was ungainly. Stout, about the average height, broad, with huge red hands; he did not know, as the saying is, how to enter a drawing room and still less how to leave one; that is, how to say something particularly agreeable before going away. Besides this he was absent- minded. When he rose to go, he took up instead of his own, the general's three-cornered hat, and held it, pulling at the plume, till the general asked him to restore it. All his absent-mindedness and inability to enter a room and converse in it was, however, redeemed by his kindly, simple, and modest expression. Anna Pavlovna turned toward him and, with a Christian mildness that expressed forgiveness of his indiscretion, nodded and said: "I hope to see you again, but I also hope you will change your opinions, my dear Monsieur Pierre."

When she said this, he did not reply and only bowed, but again everybody saw his smile, which said nothing, unless perhaps, "Opinions are opinions, but you see what a capital, good-natured fellow I am." And everyone, including Anna Pavlovna, felt this.

Prince Andrew had gone out into the hall, and, turning his shoulders to the footman who was helping him on with his cloak, listened indifferently to his wife's chatter with Prince Hippolyte who had also come into the hall. Prince Hippolyte stood close to the pretty, pregnant princess, and stared fixedly at her through his eyeglass.

"Go in, Annette, or you will catch cold," said the little princess, taking leave of Anna Pavlovna. "It is settled," she added in a low voice.

Anna Pavlovna had already managed to speak to Lise about the match she contemplated between Anatole and the little princess' sister-in-law.

"I rely on you, my dear," said Anna Pavlovna, also in a low tone. "Write to her and let me know how her father looks at the matter. Au revoir!"-- and she left the hall.

Prince Hippolyte approached the little princess and, bending his face close to her, began to whisper something.

Two footmen, the princess' and his own, stood holding a shawl and a cloak, waiting for the conversation to finish. They listened to the French sentences which to them were meaningless, with an air of understanding but not wishing to appear to do so. The princess as usual spoke smilingly and listened with a laugh.

"I am very glad I did not go to the ambassador's," said Prince Hippolyte "-so dull-. It has been a delightful evening, has it not? Delightful!"

"They say the ball will be very good," replied the princess, drawing up her downy little lip. "All the pretty women in society will be there."

"Not all, for you will not be there; not all," said Prince Hippolyte smiling joyfully; and snatching the shawl from the footman, whom he even pushed aside, he began wrapping it round the princess. Either from awkwardness or intentionally (no one could have said which) after the shawl had been adjusted he kept his arm around her for a long time, as though embracing her.

Still smiling, she gracefully moved away, turning and glancing at her husband. Prince Andrew's eyes were closed, so weary and sleepy did he seem.

"Are you ready?" he asked his wife, looking past her.

Prince Hippolyte hurriedly put on his cloak, which in the latest fashion reached to his very heels, and, stumbling in it, ran out into the porch following the princess, whom a footman was helping into the carriage.

"Princesse, au revoir," cried he, stumbling with his tongue as well as with his feet.

The princess, picking up her dress, was taking her seat in the dark carriage, her husband was adjusting his saber; Prince Hippolyte, under pretense of helping, was in everyone's way.

"Allow me, sir," said Prince Andrew in Russian in a cold, disagreeable tone to Prince Hippolyte who was blocking his path.

"I am expecting you, Pierre," said the same voice, but gently and affectionately.

The postilion started, the carriage wheels rattled. Prince Hippolyte laughed spasmodically as he stood in the porch waiting for the vicomte whom he had promised to take home.

"Well, mon cher," said the vicomte, having seated himself beside Hippolyte in the carriage, "your little princess is very nice, very nice indeed, quite French," and he kissed the tips of his fingers. Hippolyte burst out laughing.

"Do you know, you are a terrible chap for all your innocent airs," continued the vicomte. "I pity the poor husband, that little officer who gives himself the airs of a monarch."

Hippolyte spluttered again, and amid his laughter said, "And you were saying that the Russian ladies are not equal to the French? One has to know how to deal with them."

Pierre reaching the house first went into Prince Andrew's study like one quite at home, and from habit immediately lay down on the sofa, took from the shelf the first book that came to his hand (it was Caesar's Commentaries), and resting on his elbow, began reading it in the middle.

"What have you done to Mlle Scherer? She will be quite ill now," said Prince Andrew, as he entered the study, rubbing his small white hands.

Pierre turned his whole body, making the sofa creak. He lifted his eager face to Prince Andrew, smiled, and waved his hand.

"That abbe is very interesting but he does not see the thing in the right light.... In my opinion perpetual peace is possible but--I do not know how to express it... not by a balance of political power...."

It was evident that Prince Andrew was not interested in such abstract conversation.

"One can't everywhere say all one thinks, mon cher. Well, have you at last decided on anything? Are you going to be a guardsman or a diplomatist?" asked Prince Andrew after a momentary silence.

Pierre sat up on the sofa, with his legs tucked under him.

"Really, I don't yet know. I don't like either the one or the other."

"But you must decide on something! Your father expects it."

Pierre at the age of ten had been sent abroad with an abbe as tutor, and had remained away till he was twenty. When he returned to Moscow his father dismissed the abbe and said to the young man, "Now go to Petersburg, look round, and choose your profession. I will agree to anything. Here is a letter to Prince Vasili, and here is money. Write to me all about it, and I will help you in everything." Pierre had already been choosing a career for three months, and had not decided on anything. It was about this choice that Prince Andrew was speaking. Pierre rubbed his forehead.

"But he must be a Freemason," said he, referring to the abbe whom he had met that evening.

"That is all nonsense." Prince Andrew again interrupted him, "let us talk business. Have you been to the Horse Guards?"

"No, I have not; but this is what I have been thinking and wanted to tell you. There is a war now against Napoleon. If it were a war for freedom I could understand it and should be the first to enter the army; but to help England and Austria against the greatest man in the world is not right."

Prince Andrew only shrugged his shoulders at Pierre's childish words. He put on the air of one who finds it impossible to reply to such nonsense, but it would in fact have been difficult to give any other answer than the one Prince Andrew gave to this naive question.

"If no one fought except on his own conviction, there would be no wars," he said.

"And that would be splendid," said Pierre.

Prince Andrew smiled ironically.

"Very likely it would be splendid, but it will never come about..."

"Well, why are you going to the war?" asked Pierre.

"What for? I don't know. I must. Besides that I am going..." He paused. "I am going because the life I am leading here does not suit me!"



CHAPTER VII

The rustle of a woman's dress was heard in the next room. Prince Andrew shook himself as if waking up, and his face assumed the look it had had in Anna Pavlovna's drawing room. Pierre removed his feet from the sofa. The princess came in. She had changed her gown for a house dress as fresh and elegant as the other. Prince Andrew rose and politely placed a chair for her.

"How is it," she began, as usual in French, settling down briskly and fussily in the easy chair, "how is it Annette never got married? How stupid you men all are not to have married her! Excuse me for saying so, but you have no sense about women. What an argumentative fellow you are, Monsieur Pierre!"

"And I am still arguing with your husband. I can't understand why he wants to go to the war," replied Pierre, addressing the princess with none of the embarrassment so commonly shown by young men in their intercourse with young women.

The princess started. Evidently Pierre's words touched her to the quick.

"Ah, that is just what I tell him!" said she. "I don't understand it; I don't in the least understand why men can't live without wars. How is it that we women don't want anything of the kind, don't need it? Now you shall judge between us. I always tell him: Here he is Uncle's aide-de- camp, a most brilliant position. He is so well known, so much appreciated by everyone. The other day at the Apraksins' I heard a lady asking, 'Is that the famous Prince Andrew?' I did indeed." She laughed. "He is so well received everywhere. He might easily become aide-de-camp to the Emperor. You know the Emperor spoke to him most graciously. Annette and I were speaking of how to arrange it. What do you think?"

Pierre looked at his friend and, noticing that he did not like the conversation, gave no reply.

"When are you starting?" he asked.

"Oh, don't speak of his going, don't! I won't hear it spoken of," said the princess in the same petulantly playful tone in which she had spoken to Hippolyte in the drawing room and which was so plainly ill-suited to the family circle of which Pierre was almost a member. "Today when I remembered that all these delightful associations must be broken off... and then you know, Andre..." (she looked significantly at her husband) "I'm afraid, I'm afraid!" she whispered, and a shudder ran down her back.

Her husband looked at her as if surprised to notice that someone besides Pierre and himself was in the room, and addressed her in a tone of frigid politeness.

"What is it you are afraid of, Lise? I don't understand," said he.

"There, what egotists men all are: all, all egotists! Just for a whim of his own, goodness only knows why, he leaves me and locks me up alone in the country."

"With my father and sister, remember," said Prince Andrew gently.

"Alone all the same, without my friends.... And he expects me not to be afraid."

Her tone was now querulous and her lip drawn up, giving her not a joyful, but an animal, squirrel-like expression. She paused as if she felt it indecorous to speak of her pregnancy before Pierre, though the gist of the matter lay in that.

"I still can't understand what you are afraid of," said Prince Andrew slowly, not taking his eyes off his wife.

The princess blushed, and raised her arms with a gesture of despair.

"No, Andrew, I must say you have changed. Oh, how you have..."

"Your doctor tells you to go to bed earlier," said Prince Andrew. "You had better go."

The princess said nothing, but suddenly her short downy lip quivered.