‘ i ask you as a lover and i ask you once again. is it true what they say? ‘ + hélène & natasha
IT BROKE HER HEART IN TWO.
’ i do not suppose it should matter. ‘ the countess holds natasha’s gaze, just for a moment, if only to prove herself and her overarching confidence. she does what she always has done in these situations in which she could be found to be less than innocent: she refused to believe what she had done was wrong, and so it was not wrong.
she stops, averts her gaze. ‘ well, i did know. bien sûr que je l'ai fait. comment ne saurais - je connaître le mariage de mon propre frère ? ‘ hélène tries to use natasha’s lack of proficiency in french to her advantage, not to deceive her, never to deceive, but to shield herself from such a truth. she decides at once that it is not the correct tactic. how obvious a flaw in her philosophy ! if she were to speak in french, natasha would surely know she was hiding the truth from her and would instantly assume her to be guilty. she only had to explain herself simply and to set herself right in natasha’s favor once again. as she speaks again, she rubs at her skin. invisible filth.
‘ i knew anatole was married, but i figured … that it did not matter to me, because i did not want him to have you. you know that already, don’t you ? how desperately i wanted to have you and for him to not. how overwhelmingly happy i am now in your divine company ! i did not want you to get hurt, of course, i only wanted to spend such time with you that you would stray from him and … ‘ she flounders and cannot help but find herself guilty. ‘ i did not know how to tell you, not then. that i loved you. ‘














