The day after his reception into the lodge, Pierre sat at home, reading a book and trying to fathom the meaning of the square, representing God on one of its sides, the moral on the second, the physical on the third, and the mixed on the fourth. Every now and then he tore himself away from the book and the square and in his imagination formed a new plan of life for himself. Yesterday at the lodge they had told him that the rumor of the duel had reached the Emperor's ears, and that it would be more prudent for Pierre to leave Petersburg. Pierre supposed he would go to his southern estates and occupy himself with his peasants there. He was joyfully pondering this new life when unexpectedly Prince Vasily entered the room.

"My friend, what have you done in Moscow? Why have you quarreled with Lelya, mon cher? [[my dear?]] You are laboring under a delusion," said Prince Vasily, entering the room. "I have learned everything, I can tell you for certain that Helene is as innocent before you as Christ was before the Jews."

Pierre wanted to answer, but he interrupted him.

"And why did you not apply directly and simply to me, as a friend? I know everything, I understand everything," he said, "you have behaved as becomes a man who values his honor; perhaps too hastily, but of this we will not judge. Only remember one thing: in what a position you place her and me in the eyes of the whole society, and even of the court," he added, lowering his voice. "She lives in Moscow, you are here. Remember, my dear," he pulled him down by the arm, "this is merely a misunderstanding; you yourself feel it, I think. Let us write a letter together at once, and she will come here, everything will be explained, or else I tell you, you may very easily suffer, my dear."

Prince Vasily gave Pierre an impressive look.

"I know from good sources that the Dowager Empress is taking a lively interest in this whole affair. You know, she is very gracious to Helene."

Several times Pierre was about to speak, but on the one hand Prince Vasily would not let him get a word in, and on the other Pierre himself was afraid to begin speaking in that tone of decisive refusal and disagreement in which he had firmly resolved to answer his father-in-law. Besides, the words of the Masonic statutes: "be affectionate and affable" came to his mind. He frowned, blushed, rose and sat down again, working upon himself in the hardest task for him in life — to say an unpleasant thing to a man's face, to say what this man did not expect, whoever he might be. He was so accustomed to submitting to that tone of careless self-assurance of Prince Vasily's that even now he felt that he would not be able to resist it; but he felt that on what he should say now his whole future fate depended: whether he would go along the old, former road, or along that new one which had been so attractively pointed out to him by the Masons, and on which he firmly believed he would find regeneration to a new life.

"Well, my dear," Prince Vasily said jokingly, "just tell me: 'yes,' and I will write to her myself, and we will kill the fatted calf." But before Prince Vasily had time to finish his joke, Pierre, with a fury in his face which recalled his father, without looking his interlocutor in the eyes, spoke in a whisper:

"Prince, I did not ask you to come to me, go, please, go!" He jumped up and opened the door for him. "Go!" he repeated, not believing himself and rejoicing at the expression of confusion and fear that appeared on Prince Vasily's face.

"What is the matter with you? Are you ill?"

"Go!" the trembling voice repeated once more. And Prince Vasily had to drive away without receiving any explanation.

A week later Pierre, having taken leave of his new friends the Masons and left them large sums for alms, departed for his estates. His new brothers gave him letters to Kyiv and Odessa, to the Masons there, and promised to write to him and guide him in his new activity.