\"Natasha，Idon’tunderstandyou。Andwhatareyousaying！ThinkofyourfatherandofNicholas。\"
\"Idon’twantanyone，Idon’tloveanyonebuthim。Howdareyousayheisdishonorable？Don’tyouknowthatIlovehim？\"screamedNatasha。\"Goaway，Sonya！Idon’twanttoquarrelwithyou，butgo，forGod’ssakego！YouseehowIamsuffering！\"Natashacriedangrily，inavoiceofdespairandrepressedirritation。Sonyaburstintosobsandranfromtheroom。
Natashawenttothetableandwithoutamoment’sreflectionwrotethatanswertoPrincessMarywhichshehadbeenunabletowriteallthemorning。Inthislettershesaidbrieflythatalltheirmisunderstandingswereatanend；thatavailingherselfofthemagnanimityofPrinceAndrewwhowhenhewentabroadhadgivenherhershebeggedPrincessMarytoforgeteverythingandforgiveherifshehadbeentoblametowardher，butthatshecouldnotbehiswife。Atthatmomentthisallseemedquiteeasy，simple，andcleartoNatasha。
OnFridaytheRostovsweretoreturntothecountry，butonWednesdaythecountwentwiththeprospectivepurchasertohisestatenearMoscow。
Onthedaythecountleft，SonyaandNatashawereinvitedtoabigdinnerpartyattheKaragins’，andMaryaDmitrievnatookthemthere。