《War And Peace》　Book6 　CHAPTER V
　　　　by Leo Tolstoy

WHILE AWAITING THE ANNOUNCEMENT of his name having been put on the committee,
Prince Andrey looked up old acquaintances, especially among those persons whom
he knew to be in power, and so able to be of use to him. He experienced now in
Petersburg a sensation akin to what he had known on the eve of a battle, when he
was fretted by restless curiosity and irresistibly attracted to those higher
spheres, where the future was in preparation, that future on which hung the fate
of millions. From the angry irritability of the elder generation, from the
curiosity of the uninitiated and the reserve of the initiated, from the hurry
and anxious absorption of every one, from the multiplicity of committees and
commissions-he was learning of new ones every day-he felt that now, in the year
1809, there was in preparation here in Petersburg some vast political contest,
and the commander-in-chief in it was a mysterious personage whom he did not
know, but imagined to be a man of genius-Speransky.

And this movement of reform, of which he knew vaguely, and Speransky, the
moving spirit of it, began to interest him so keenly that his proposed reform of
the army regulations very soon fell into a subordinate position in his
mind.

Prince Andrey happened to be most favourably placed for obtaining a good
reception in the highest and most various circles of the Petersburg society of
that day. The reforming party welcomed him warmly, and sought him out, in the
first place, because he had the reputation of being clever and very well read,
and secondly because he had already gained the reputation of being a liberal by
the emancipation of his serfs. The party of the dissatisfied older generation
welcomed him simply as the son of his father, and reckoned upon his sympathy in
their disapproval of the reforms. The feminine world, society, received
him cordially because he was a wealthy match of high rank, and a person almost
new, encircled by a halo of romance from his narrow escape from death and the
tragic loss of his young wife. Moreover the general verdict of all who had known
him previously was that he had greatly changed for the better during the last
five years, had grown softer and more manly, that he had lost his old
affectation, pride, and sarcastic irony, and had gained the serenity that comes
with years. People talked of him, were interested in him, and eager to see
him

The day after his interview with Count Araktcheev, Prince Andrey was at a
soirée at Count Kotchubey's. He described to the latter his interview
with Sila Andreitch. (This was the name by which Kotchubey spoke of
Araktcheev with that vague note of jeering in his voice which Prince Andrey had
noticed in the anteroom of the minister of war.)

"Mon cher, even in this affair you can't do without Mihail
Mihalovitch. He has a hand in everything. I'll speak to him. He promised to come
in the evening..."

"But what has Speransky to do with the army regulations?" asked Prince
Andrey.

Kotchubey shook his head, smiling, as though wondering at Bolkonsky's
simplicity.

"We were talking to him about you the other day," Kotchubey continued; "about
your free cultivators..."

"Yes, so it was you, prince, who freed your serfs?" said an old gentleman of
Catherine's court, turning disdainfully to Bolkonsky.

"The little estate brought me no income as it was," answered Bolkonsky,
trying to minimise what he had done to the old gentleman, to avoid irritating
him needlessly.

"You are afraid of being late," said the old gentleman, looking at
Kotchubey.

"There's one thing I don't understand," pursued the old gentleman. "Who is to
till the land if they are set free? It's easy to pass laws, but hard work to
govern. It's just the same as now; I ask you, count, who will preside over the
courts when all have to pass examinations?"

"Those who pass the examinations, I suppose," answered Kotchubey, crossing
his legs and looking about him.

"Here I have Pryanitchnikov in my department, a capital man, a priceless man,
but he is sixty; how is he to go in for examinations?..."

"Yes, that's a difficult question, considering that education is so
restricted, but..."

Count Kotchubey did not finish his sentence; he got up, and taking Prince
Andrey by the arm, went to meet a tall, bald, fair-haired man of forty, who had
just come in. He had a large, open forehead, and his long face was of a strange,
exceptional whiteness; he wore a blue frock coat and had a cross at his neck and
a star on the left side of his breast. It was Speransky. Prince Andrey
recognised him at once, and that thrill passed through him that comes at the
great moments of one's life. Whether it was a thrill of respect, of envy, of
anticipation, he did not know. Speransky's whole figure had a peculiar character
by which he could be distinguished immediately. Never in any one of the circles
in which Prince Andrey had moved had he seen such calm and self-confidence as
was manifest in this man's heavy and ungainly movements. Never in any one had he
seen a glance so resolute, and yet so soft, as now in those half-closed and
moist-looking eyes; never had he seen such firmness as in that smile that meant
nothing. Never had he heard a voice so delicate, smooth, and soft; but what
struck him most of all was the tender whiteness of the face, and still more the
hands, which were rather broad, but extremely plump, soft, and white. Such
whiteness and softness Prince Andrey had seen only in the faces of soldiers who
had been a long while in hospital.

This was Speransky, the secretary of state, the Tsar's confidentialadviser,
who had accompanied him to Erfurt, and there had more than once seen and talked
with Napoleon. Speransky's eyes did not shift from one face to another, as one's
eyes unconsciously do on first coming into a large company, and he was in no
hurry to speak. He spoke slowly, with conviction that he would be listened to,
and looked only at the person to whom he was speaking. Prince Andrey watched
every word and gesture of Speransky's with peculiar intentness. As is often the
case with men, particularly with those who criticise their fellows severely,
Prince Andrey on meeting a new person, especially one like Speransky, whom he
knew by reputation, had always a hope of finding in him a full perfection of
human qualities.

Speransky said to Kotchubey that he was sorry that he had not been able to
come earlier, because he had been detained at the palace. He did not say that
the Tsar had kept him. And this affectation of modesty did not escape Prince
Andrey. When Kotchubey mentioned Prince Andrey's name to him, Speransky slowly
transferred his eyes to Bolkonsky, with the same smile on his face, and gazed
for a moment at him in silence.

"I am very glad to make your acquaintance; I have heard of you, as every one
has," said he.

Kotchubey said a few words about the reception Araktcheev had given
Bolkonsky. Speransky's smile broadened.

"The chairman of the Committee of Army Regulations is a friend of mine-M.
Magnitsky," he said, articulating fully every word and every syllable, "and, if
you wish it, I can make you acquainted with him." (He paused at the full stop.)
"I expect that you would meet with sympathy in him and a desire to assist in
anything reasonable."

A circle formed at once round Speransky, and the same old gentleman, who had
talked of his clerk, Pryanitchnikov, addressed a question to Speransky.

Taking no part in the conversation, Prince Andrey watched every gesture of
Speransky-this man, only a little time before an insignificantdivinity student,
who now held in his hands-those plump white hands-the fate of Russia, as
Bolkonsky thought. Prince Andrey was struck by the extraordinarilycontemptuous" title="a.蔑视的；傲慢的">contemptuous
composure with which Speransky answered the old gentleman. He seemed to drop him
his condescending words from an immeasurable height above him. When the old
gentleman began talking too loud, Speransky smiled and said that he could not
judge of the advantage or disadvantage of what the Tsar saw fit to
command.

After talking for a little while in the general circle, Speransky got up, and
going to Prince Andrey, drew him away to the other end of the room. It was
evident that he thought it well to interest himself in Bolkonsky.

"I have not had time for a word with you, prince, in the engrossing
conversation into which I was dragged by that excellent old gentleman," he said,
with a smile of bland contempt, by which he seemed to take for granted that
Prince Andrey and himself were at one in recognising the insignificance of the
people with whom he had just been talking. This flattered Prince Andrey. "I have
known you for a long while: first from your action with the serfs, the first
instance of the kind among us, an example which one would desire to find many
following; and, secondly, from your being one of those kammerherrs who have not
considered themselves wronged by the new decree in regard to promotion by court
favour, that has provoked so much criticism and censure."

"Yes," said Prince Andrey, "my father did not care for me to take advantage
of that privilege; I began the service from the lower grades."

"Your father, a man of the older generation, is undoubtedly above the level
of our contemporaries, who condemn this measure, though it is simply an act of
natural justice."

"I imagine there is some basis though even for that condemnation," said
Prince Andrey, trying to resist the influence of Speransky, of which he began to
be aware. He disliked agreeing with him in everything; he tried to oppose him.
Prince Andrey, who usually spoke so well and so readily, felt a difficulty even
in expressing himself as he talked with Speransky. He was too much occupied in
observing the personality of the celebrated man.

"In the interests of personal ambition perhaps," Speransky slowly put in his
word.

"And to some extent in the interests of the state," said Prince Andrey.

"How do you mean?..." said Speransky slowly, dropping his eyes.

"I am an admirer of Montesquieu," said Prince Andrey. "And his theory that
the principle of monarchies is honour seems to me incontestable. Certain rights
and privileges of the nobility appear to me to be means of maintaining that
sentiment."

The smile vanished from Speransky's white face, and his countenance gained
greatly by its absence. Probably Prince Andrey's idea seemed to him an
interesting one.

"If you look at the question from that point of view," he began, pronouncing
French with obvious difficulty, and speaking even more deliberately than he had
done when speaking Russian, but still with perfect composure. He said that
honour, l'honneur, cannot be supported by privileges prejudicial to the
working of the government; that honour, l'honneur, is either a negative
concept of avoidance of reprehensible actions or a certain source of emulation
in obtaining the commendation and rewards in which it finds expression.

His arguments were condensed, simple, and clear. "The institution that best
maintains that honour, the source of emulation, is an institution akin to the
Legion of Honour of the great Emperor Napoleon, which does not detract from but
conduces to the successful working of the government service, and not a class or
court privilege."

"I do not dispute that, but there is no denying that the court privileges did
attain the same object," said Prince Andrey. "Every courtier thought himself
bound to do credit to his position."

"But you did not care to profit by it, prince," said Speransky, showing with
a smile that he wished to conclude with civility an argument embarrassing for
his companion. "If you will do me the honour to call on Wednesday, then I shall
have seen Magnitsky, and shall have something to tell you that may interest you,
and besides I shall have the pleasure of more conversation with you." Closing
his eyes, he bowed, and trying to escape unnoticed, he went out of the
drawing-room without saying good-bye, à la française.