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"
Cependant
,
mon
cher
,
"
he
remarked
,
examining
his
nails
from
a
distance
and
puckering
the
skin
above
his
left
eye
,
"
malgré
la
haute
estime
que
je
professe
pour
the
Orthodox
Russian
army
,
j'
avoue
que
votre
victoire
n'est
pas
des
plus
victorieuses
.
"
*
*
"
But
my
dear
fellow
,
with
all
my
respect
for
the
Orthodox
Russian
army
,
I
must
say
that
your
victory
was
not
particularly
victorious
.
"
He
went
on
talking
in
this
way
in
French
,
uttering
only
those
words
in
Russian
on
which
he
wished
to
put
a
contemptuous
emphasis
.
"
Come
now
!
You
with
all
your
forces
fall
on
the
unfortunate
Mortier
and
his
one
division
,
and
even
then
Mortier
slips
through
your
fingers
!
Where
's
the
victory
?
"
"
But
seriously
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
,
"
we
can
at
any
rate
say
without
boasting
that
it
was
a
little
better
than
at
Ulm
...
"
"
Why
did
n't
you
capture
one
,
just
one
,
marshal
for
us
?
"
"
Because
not
everything
happens
as
one
expects
or
with
the
smoothness
of
a
parade
.
We
had
expected
,
as
I
told
you
,
to
get
at
their
rear
by
seven
in
the
morning
but
had
not
reached
it
by
five
in
the
afternoon
.
"
"
And
why
did
n't
you
do
it
at
seven
in
the
morning
?
You
ought
to
have
been
there
at
seven
in
the
morning
,
"
returned
Bilíbin
with
a
smile
.
"
You
ought
to
have
been
there
at
seven
in
the
morning
.
"
