One adjutant, nearest the door, was sitting at the table in a Persian dressing gown, writing.

Another, the red, stout Nesvitski, lay on a bed with his arms under his head, laughing with an officer who had sat down beside him.

A third was playing a Viennese waltz on the clavichord, while a fourth, lying on the clavichord, sang the tune.

Bolkonski was not there.