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Their
conversation
was
interrupted
by
the
cries
of
several
voices
at
the
gate
and
by
Morel
,
who
came
to
say
that
some
Württemberg
hussars
had
come
and
wanted
to
put
up
their
horses
in
the
yard
where
the
captain
's
horses
were
.
This
difficulty
had
arisen
chiefly
because
the
hussars
did
not
understand
what
was
said
to
them
in
French
.
The
captain
had
their
senior
sergeant
called
in
,
and
in
a
stern
voice
asked
him
to
what
regiment
he
belonged
,
who
was
his
commanding
officer
,
and
by
what
right
he
allowed
himself
to
claim
quarters
that
were
already
occupied
.
The
German
who
knew
little
French
,
answered
the
two
first
questions
by
giving
the
names
of
his
regiment
and
of
his
commanding
officer
,
but
in
reply
to
the
third
question
which
he
did
not
understand
said
,
introducing
broken
French
into
his
own
German
,
that
he
was
the
quartermaster
of
the
regiment
and
his
commander
had
ordered
him
to
occupy
all
the
houses
one
after
another
.
Pierre
,
who
knew
German
,
translated
what
the
German
said
to
the
captain
and
gave
the
captain
's
reply
to
the
Württemberg
hussar
in
German
.
When
he
had
understood
what
was
said
to
him
,
the
German
submitted
and
took
his
men
elsewhere
.
The
captain
went
out
into
the
porch
and
gave
some
orders
in
a
loud
voice
.
When
he
returned
to
the
room
Pierre
was
sitting
in
the
same
place
as
before
,
with
his
head
in
his
hands
.
His
face
expressed
suffering
.
He
really
was
suffering
at
that
moment
.
When
the
captain
went
out
and
he
was
left
alone
,
suddenly
he
came
to
himself
and
realized
the
position
he
was
in
.
It
was
not
that
Moscow
had
been
taken
or
that
the
happy
conquerors
were
masters
in
it
and
were
patronizing
him
.
Painful
as
that
was
it
was
not
that
which
tormented
Pierre
at
the
moment
.
He
was
tormented
by
the
consciousness
of
his
own
weakness
.
The
few
glasses
of
wine
he
had
drunk
and
the
conversation
with
this
good-natured
man
had
destroyed
the
mood
of
concentrated
gloom
in
which
he
had
spent
the
last
few
days
and
which
was
essential
for
the
execution
of
his
design
.
The
pistol
,
dagger
,
and
peasant
coat
were
ready
.
Napoleon
was
to
enter
the
town
next
day
.
Pierre
still
considered
that
it
would
be
a
useful
and
worthy
action
to
slay
the
evildoer
,
but
now
he
felt
that
he
would
not
do
it
.
He
did
not
know
why
,
but
he
felt
a
foreboding
that
he
would
not
carry
out
his
intention
.
He
struggled
against
the
confession
of
his
weakness
but
dimly
felt
that
he
could
not
overcome
it
and
that
his
former
gloomy
frame
of
mind
,
concerning
vengeance
,
killing
,
and
self-sacrifice
,
had
been
dispersed
like
dust
by
contact
with
the
first
man
he
met
.
The
captain
returned
to
the
room
,
limping
slightly
and
whistling
a
tune
.
The
Frenchman
's
chatter
which
had
previously
amused
Pierre
now
repelled
him
.
The
tune
he
was
whistling
,
his
gait
,
and
the
gesture
with
which
he
twirled
his
mustache
,
all
now
seemed
offensive
.
"
I
will
go
away
immediately
.
I
wo
n't
say
another
word
to
him
,
"
thought
Pierre
.
He
thought
this
,
but
still
sat
in
the
same
place
.
A
strange
feeling
of
weakness
tied
him
to
the
spot
;
he
wished
to
get
up
and
go
away
,
but
could
not
do
so
.
The
captain
,
on
the
other
hand
,
seemed
very
cheerful
.
He
paced
up
and
down
the
room
twice
.
His
eyes
shone
and
his
mustache
twitched
as
if
he
were
smiling
to
himself
at
some
amusing
thought
.
"
The
colonel
of
those
Württembergers
is
delightful
,
"
he
suddenly
said
.
"
He
's
a
German
,
but
a
nice
fellow
all
the
same
...
But
he
's
a
German
.
"
He
sat
down
facing
Pierre
.
"
By
the
way
,
you
know
German
,
then
?
"
Pierre
looked
at
him
in
silence
.
