Her brother had guessed right: the little princess had been crying after dinner and had spoken of her forebodings about her confinement, and how she dreaded it, and had complained of her fate, her father-in-law, and her husband.

After crying she had fallen asleep.

Prince Andrew felt sorry for his sister.
"Know this, Masha: I can't reproach, have not reproached, and never shall reproach my wife with anything, and I cannot reproach myself with anything in regard to her; and that always will be so in whatever circumstances I may be placed.

But if you want to know the truth...

if you want to know whether I am happy?
No! Is she happy?
No! But why this is so I don't know..." As he said this he rose, went to his sister, and, stooping, kissed her forehead.