The general interrupted once more with questions; while the prince again replied with the narrative we have heard before.
This is the reason why he was so unwilling to take lunch (on the morning upon which we took up this narrative) with the rest of his family.
The prince gave a short narrative of what we have heard before, leaving out the greater part.
One’s conscience very soon informs one what is the proper narrative to tell.
The prince expressed his thanks once more, and eating heartily the while, recommenced the narrative of his life in Switzerland, all of which we have heard before.
However, I hope I shall not interfere with the proper sequence of my narrative too much, if I diverge for a moment at this point, in order to explain the mutual relations between General Epanchin’s family and others acting a part in this history, at the time when we take up the thread of their destiny.
"Oh, my dear prince," cried the general, who was now so intoxicated with his own narrative that he probably could not have pulled up at the most patent indiscretion.
The prince nearly always pretended to be amused, whether he were so actually or no; but often enough he laughed sincerely, delighted by the brilliancy of her wit when she was carried away by her narrative, as she very often was.
There are no more uses of "narrative" in the book.