(sighs) anna: my dear count bezukhov. how very good of you to come along to my little salon, when you must still be feeling so acutely the death of your poor father. oh, yes. but i hardly knew him. mostly, i feel embarrassed by my good luck in inheriting such a great fortune. i've done nothing to deserve it. ah, now, count. there you are, too modest. (laughs) the very fact that your father singled you out for greatness shows that you must have exceptional qualities, which i discovered for myself long since. really? i had no idea. and prince vassily is advising you? yes. yes, he's been very kind. you couldn't do better. may i ask, what has been his advice? well, he thinks i should get married. (gasps) and so you should. the prince is absolutely right. yes, the trouble is that women don't care for me. society women, that is. i don't seem to have the knack of talking to them. believe me, my dear count, it is not for you to concern yourself. it is for the young ladies to make themselves pleasing to you now, rather than the ot