The whole interest was concentrated on Rostov.

Instead of sixteen hundred rubles he had a long column of figures scored against him, which he had reckoned up to ten thousand, but that now, as he vaguely supposed, must have risen to fifteen thousand.

In reality it already exceeded twenty thousand rubles.

Dolokhov was no longer listening to stories or telling them, but followed every movement of Rostov's hands and occasionally ran his eyes over the score against him.

He had decided to play until that score reached forty-three thousand.