| BOOK EIGHT: 1811 - 12
3. CHAPTER III
 In 1811 there was living in Moscow a French doctor- Metivier- who
 had rapidly become the fashion. He was enormously tall, handsome,
 amiable as Frenchmen are, and was, as all Moscow said, an
 extraordinarily clever doctor. He was received in the best houses
 not merely as a doctor, but as an equal. Prince Nicholas had always ridiculed medicine, but latterly on
 Mademoiselle Bourienne's advice had allowed this doctor to visit him
 and had grown accustomed to him. Metivier came to see the prince about
 twice a week. On December 6- St. Nicholas' Day and the prince's name day- all
 Moscow came to the prince's front door but he gave orders to admit
 no one and to invite to dinner only a small number, a list of whom
 he gave to Princess Mary. Metivier, who came in the morning with his felicitations, considered
 it proper in his quality of doctor de forcer la consigne,* as he
 told Princess Mary, and went in to see the prince. It happened that on
 that morning of his name day the prince was in one of his worst moods.
 He had been going about the house all the morning finding fault with
 everyone and pretending not to understand what was said to him and not
 to be understood himself. Princess Mary well knew this mood of quiet
 absorbed querulousness, which generally culminated in a burst of rage,
 and she went about all that morning as though facing a cocked and
 loaded gun and awaited the inevitable explosion. Until the doctor's
 arrival the morning had passed off safely. After admitting the doctor,
 Princess Mary sat down with a book in the drawing room near the door
 through which she could hear all that passed in the study. *To force the guard. At first she heard only Metivier's voice, then her father's, then
 both voices began speaking at the same time, the door was flung
 open, and on the threshold appeared the handsome figure of the
 terrified Metivier with his shock of black hair, and the prince in his
 dressing gown and fez, his face distorted with fury and the pupils
 of his eyes rolled downwards. |