Pierre lies around trying to figure out where everything went wrong in his life.
His conclusion is that he married a woman he didn’t love because he wanted to sleep with her. Pretty insightful, that Pierre, right?
Then he starts thinking back about his life with Helene:
1. They don’t really spend any time alone together; they either just have guests over or hang out by themselves.
2. She is kind of vulgar and gross.
3. She’s way too physically affectionate with her brother Anatole.
4. When he asked about kids, she told him that she isn’t stupid enough to want any, and certainly not with him.
All of which adds up to a pretty crummy life, with some guilty sex thrown in. He decides to leave in the morning and to write her a letter instead of talking to her.
But in the morning, she comes to his study.
Helene knows all about the duel. She’s angry and bitter and spiteful and sarcastic about it.
According to her, it’s all groundless jealousy – she never cheated on him. Also, according to her, this is going to now make them laughingstocks in Moscow.
Suddenly Pierre explodes. He grabs a chunk of marble from a nearby table and yells that he’s going to kill her. She screams and runs away...which is a good thing for her, because he really was about to kill her.
Wow, Pierre. One duel and suddenly you’re a serial killer.
A week later Pierre gives Helene more than half of his fortune and goes to Petersburg.