Chapter 17
Before two o'clock in the afternoon the Rostovs' four carriages, packed full and with the horses harnessed, stood at the front door. One by one the carts with the wounded had moved out of the yard.
The caleche in which Prince Andrew was being taken attracted Sonya's attention as it passed the front porch. With the help of a maid she was arranging a seat for the countess in the huge high coach that stood at the entrance.
"Whose caleche is that?" she inquired, leaning out of the carriage window.
"Why, didn't you know, Miss?" replied the maid. "The wounded prince: he spent the night in our house and is going with us."
"But who is it? What's his name?"
"It's our intended that was—Prince Bolkonski himself! They say he is dying," replied the maid with a sigh.
Sonya jumped out o
