The next day Prince Andrei recalled the previous evening’s ball, but his thoughts did not linger long upon it. “Yes, it was a very brilliant ball. And moreover… yes, the Rostova girl is very charming. There is something fresh in her, something peculiar, un-Petersburg-like, that sets her apart.” That was all he thought about the previous evening’s ball, and having drunk his tea, he sat down to work.

But whether from fatigue or a sleepless night, the day was a bad one for work, and Prince Andrei could do nothing; he kept criticizing his own work, as often happened with him, and was glad when he heard that someone had arrived.

The visitor was Bitsky, who served on various commissions, frequented all the societies of Petersburg, a passionate admirer of the new ideas and of Speransky, and a busy newsmonger of Petersburg, one of those men who choose a tendency as they choose their clothes — according to fashion — but who for that very reason seem the most ardent partisans of tendencies. Scarcely had he taken off his hat before he ran, all preoccupied, in to Prince Andrei and at once began to talk. He had just learned the details of that morning’s session of the Council of State, opened by the sovereign, and he related them with rapture. The sovereign’s speech had been extraordinary. It was one of those speeches delivered only by constitutional monarchs. “The sovereign said outright that the Council and the Senate are state estates; he said that the government must have for its foundation not arbitrariness but firm principles. The sovereign said that the finances must be reorganized and the accounts made public,” Bitsky related, stressing certain words and significantly opening his eyes wide.

— Yes, the present event is an era, the greatest era in our history, — he concluded.

Prince Andrei listened to the account of the opening of the Council of State, which he had awaited with such impatience and to which he had ascribed such importance, and he marveled that this event, now that it had taken place, not only did not move him but seemed to him more than insignificant. With quiet mockery he listened to Bitsky’s rapturous account. The simplest thought came into his head: “What is it to me and to Bitsky, what is it to us, what the sovereign was pleased to say in the Council? Can all that make me any happier or better?”

And this simple reflection suddenly destroyed for Prince Andrei all his former interest in the reforms being carried out. That same day Prince Andrei was to dine at Speransky’s en petit comité, as the host had said in inviting him. This dinner, in the family and friendly circle of the man he so admired, had formerly greatly interested Prince Andrei, the more so as until then he had not seen Speransky in his domestic life; but now he did not feel like going.

At the appointed dinner hour, however, Prince Andrei was already entering Speransky’s own small house near the Tauride Garden. In the parqueted dining room of the little house, distinguished by an extraordinary cleanliness (recalling monastic cleanliness), Prince Andrei, somewhat late, at five o’clock already found assembled the whole company of this petit comité, Speransky’s intimate acquaintances. There were no ladies except Speransky’s little daughter (with a long face resembling her father’s) and her governess. The guests were Gervais, Magnitsky, and Stolypin. From the anteroom itself Prince Andrei heard loud voices and a ringing, distinct laugh — a laugh like that with which people laugh on the stage. Someone, in a voice resembling Speransky’s, was distinctly beating out: ha… ha… ha… Prince Andrei had never heard Speransky’s laughter, and this ringing, thin laughter of the statesman strangely struck him.

Prince Andrei entered the dining room. The whole company stood between two windows at a small table with hors d’oeuvres. Speransky, in a gray frock coat with a star, evidently still in the white waistcoat and high white cravat in which he had appeared at the famous session of the Council of State, stood at the table with a cheerful face. The guests surrounded him. Magnitsky, addressing Mikhail Mikhailovich, was telling an anecdote. Speransky listened, laughing in advance at what Magnitsky would say. At the moment Prince Andrei entered the room, Magnitsky’s words were again drowned in laughter. Stolypin boomed loudly in his bass, chewing a piece of bread and cheese; Gervais hissed with quiet laughter, and Speransky laughed thinly and distinctly.

Speransky, still laughing, offered Prince Andrei his white, delicate hand.

— Very glad to see you, Prince, — he said. — One moment… he turned to Magnitsky, interrupting his story. — Today we have an agreement: a dinner for pleasure, and not a word about business. — And he turned again to the storyteller, and again began to laugh.

Prince Andrei listened to his laughter with surprise and the sadness of disillusionment, and looked at the laughing Speransky. This was not Speransky but another man, it seemed to Prince Andrei. Everything that had formerly appeared to Prince Andrei mysterious and attractive in Speransky suddenly became clear and unattractive to him.

At the table the conversation did not cease for a moment and consisted, as it were, of a collection of funny anecdotes. Magnitsky had not yet finished his story before someone else declared his readiness to tell something still funnier. The anecdotes for the most part concerned, if not the official world itself, then official persons. It seemed that in this company the insignificance of these persons had been so conclusively decided that the only possible attitude toward them could be a good-naturedly comic one. Speransky told how at that morning’s council, when a deaf dignitary was asked his opinion, this dignitary had answered that he was of the same opinion. Gervais related a whole affair of an inspection, remarkable for the senselessness of all its participants. Stolypin, stammering, broke into the conversation and began heatedly to speak of the abuses of the former order of things, threatening to give the conversation a serious character. Magnitsky began to banter at Stolypin’s heat, Gervais put in a joke, and the conversation took its former gay direction again.

Evidently Speransky, after his labors, liked to rest and make merry in a friendly circle, and all his guests, understanding his wish, tried to amuse him and to be merry themselves. But this merriment seemed to Prince Andrei oppressive and cheerless. The thin sound of Speransky’s voice struck him unpleasantly, and the unceasing laughter, with its false note, somehow offended Prince Andrei’s feeling. Prince Andrei did not laugh and feared that he would be a burden to this company. But no one noticed his incongruity with the general mood. Everyone, it seemed, was very merry.

Several times he wished to enter the conversation, but each time his word was thrown out like a cork from water; and he could not jest together with them.

There was nothing bad or out of place in what they said, everything was witty and might have been funny; but that very something which constitutes the salt of merriment not only was absent, but they did not even know that it existed.

After dinner Speransky’s daughter and her governess rose.

Speransky caressed his daughter with his white hand and kissed her. And this gesture too seemed unnatural to Prince Andrei.

The men, in the English manner, remained at the table over their port. In the middle of a conversation that had begun about Napoleon’s Spanish affairs, in approving of which everyone was of one and the same opinion, Prince Andrei began to contradict them. Speransky smiled and, evidently wishing to divert the conversation from the direction it had taken, told an anecdote that had no relation to the conversation. For a few moments everyone fell silent.

Having sat a while at the table, Speransky corked a bottle of wine and, saying, “Nowadays good wine goes about in little boots,” handed it to a servant and rose. Everyone rose and, talking just as noisily, went into the drawing room. Two envelopes brought by a courier were handed to Speransky. He took them and went into his study. As soon as he had gone out, the general merriment died down and the guests began to converse with one another sensibly and quietly.

— Well, now for the declamation! — said Speransky, coming out of his study. — An astonishing talent! — he said to Prince Andrei. Magnitsky at once struck a pose and began to recite humorous French verses he had composed on certain well-known persons of Petersburg, and was several times interrupted by applause. Prince Andrei, when the verses were over, went up to Speransky to take his leave.

— Where are you off to so early? — said Speransky.

— I promised to be somewhere this evening…

They were silent for a while. Prince Andrei looked closely into those mirror-like eyes that let no one into them, and it became laughable to him that he could have expected anything from Speransky and from all his own activity connected with him, and how he could have ascribed importance to what Speransky did. That precise, cheerless laughter went on ringing in Prince Andrei’s ears for a long time after he had left Speransky.

On returning home, Prince Andrei began to recall his Petersburg life during these four months, as though it were something new. He recalled his exertions, his solicitations, the history of his project for a military code, which had been taken into consideration and which they had tried to pass over in silence solely because another work, a very poor one, had already been done and presented to the sovereign; he recalled the sessions of the committee of which Berg was a member; he recalled how at these sessions everything concerning the form and procedure of the committee’s sessions was diligently and at length discussed, and how diligently and briefly everything concerning the essence of the matter was passed over. He recalled his legislative work, how he had anxiously translated into Russian the articles of the Roman and French codes, and he felt ashamed of himself. Then he vividly pictured to himself Bogucharovo, his occupations in the country, his journey to Ryazan, recalled the peasants, Dron the village elder, and, applying to them the rights of persons which he had distributed under paragraphs, he marveled that he could have occupied himself so long with such idle work.