This meant that Tihon had not given him the waistcoat he wanted. Another time, he stood still, asked: “And will she be confined soon?” and shook his head reproachfully: “That’s bad! Go on, go on.”

The third time was when Prince Andrey was just finishing his description. The old man hummed in French, in his falsetto old voice: “Malbrook goes off to battle, God knows when he’ll come back.”

His son only smiled.

“I don’t say that this is a plan I approve of,” he said; “I’m only telling you what it is. Napoleon has made a plan by now as good as this one.”

“Well, you have told me nothing new.” And thoughtfully the old man repeated, speaking quickly to himself: “God knows when he’ll come back. Go into the dining-room.”


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