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It
was
already
quite
dark
when
Prince
Andrew
rattled
over
the
paved
streets
of
Brünn
and
found
himself
surrounded
by
high
buildings
,
the
lights
of
shops
,
houses
,
and
street
lamps
,
fine
carriages
,
and
all
that
atmosphere
of
a
large
and
active
town
which
is
always
so
attractive
to
a
soldier
after
camp
life
.
Despite
his
rapid
journey
and
sleepless
night
,
Prince
Andrew
when
he
drove
up
to
the
palace
felt
even
more
vigorous
and
alert
than
he
had
done
the
day
before
.
Only
his
eyes
gleamed
feverishly
and
his
thoughts
followed
one
another
with
extraordinary
clearness
and
rapidity
.
He
again
vividly
recalled
the
details
of
the
battle
,
no
longer
dim
,
but
definite
and
in
the
concise
form
in
which
he
imagined
himself
stating
them
to
the
Emperor
Francis
.
He
vividly
imagined
the
casual
questions
that
might
be
put
to
him
and
the
answers
he
would
give
.
He
expected
to
be
at
once
presented
to
the
Emperor
.
At
the
chief
entrance
to
the
palace
,
however
,
an
official
came
running
out
to
meet
him
,
and
learning
that
he
was
a
special
messenger
led
him
to
another
entrance
.
"
To
the
right
from
the
corridor
,
Euer
Hochgeboren
!
There
you
will
find
the
adjutant
on
duty
,
"
said
the
official
.
"
He
will
conduct
you
to
the
Minister
of
War
.
"
The
adjutant
on
duty
,
meeting
Prince
Andrew
,
asked
him
to
wait
,
and
went
in
to
the
Minister
of
War
.
Five
minutes
later
he
returned
and
bowing
with
particular
courtesy
ushered
Prince
Andrew
before
him
along
a
corridor
to
the
cabinet
where
the
Minister
of
War
was
at
work
.
The
adjutant
by
his
elaborate
courtesy
appeared
to
wish
to
ward
off
any
attempt
at
familiarity
on
the
part
of
the
Russian
messenger
.
Prince
Andrew
's
joyous
feeling
was
considerably
weakened
as
he
approached
the
door
of
the
minister
's
room
.
He
felt
offended
,
and
without
his
noticing
it
the
feeling
of
offense
immediately
turned
into
one
of
disdain
which
was
quite
uncalled
for
.
His
fertile
mind
instantly
suggested
to
him
a
point
of
view
which
gave
him
a
right
to
despise
the
adjutant
and
the
minister
.
"
Away
from
the
smell
of
powder
,
they
probably
think
it
easy
to
gain
victories
!
"
he
thought
.
His
eyes
narrowed
disdainfully
,
he
entered
the
room
of
the
Minister
of
War
with
peculiarly
deliberate
steps
.
This
feeling
of
disdain
was
heightened
when
he
saw
the
minister
seated
at
a
large
table
reading
some
papers
and
making
pencil
notes
on
them
,
and
for
the
first
two
or
three
minutes
taking
no
notice
of
his
arrival
.
A
wax
candle
stood
at
each
side
of
the
minister
's
bent
bald
head
with
its
gray
temples
.
He
went
on
reading
to
the
end
,
without
raising
his
eyes
at
the
opening
of
the
door
and
the
sound
of
footsteps
.
"
Take
this
and
deliver
it
,
"
said
he
to
his
adjutant
,
handing
him
the
papers
and
still
taking
no
notice
of
the
special
messenger
.
Prince
Andrew
felt
that
either
the
actions
of
Kutúzov
's
army
interested
the
Minister
of
War
less
than
any
of
the
other
matters
he
was
concerned
with
,
or
he
wanted
to
give
the
Russian
special
messenger
that
impression
.
"
But
that
is
a
matter
of
perfect
indifference
to
me
,
"
he
thought
.
The
minister
drew
the
remaining
papers
together
,
arranged
them
evenly
,
and
then
raised
his
head
.
He
had
an
intellectual
and
distinctive
head
,
but
the
instant
he
turned
to
Prince
Andrew
the
firm
,
intelligent
expression
on
his
face
changed
in
a
way
evidently
deliberate
and
habitual
to
him
.
His
face
took
on
the
stupid
artificial
smile
(
which
does
not
even
attempt
to
hide
its
artificiality
)
of
a
man
who
is
continually
receiving
many
petitioners
one
after
another
.
"
From
General
Field
Marshal
Kutúzov
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
hope
it
is
good
news
?
There
has
been
an
encounter
with
Mortier
?
A
victory
?
It
was
high
time
!
"
He
took
the
dispatch
which
was
addressed
to
him
and
began
to
read
it
with
a
mournful
expression
.
