When Pierre came up the count was gazing straight at him, but with a look the significance of which could not be understood by mortal man.

Either this look meant nothing but that as long as one has eyes they must look somewhere, or it meant too much.

Pierre hesitated, not knowing what to do, and glanced inquiringly at his guide.

Anna Mikhaylovna made a hurried sign with her eyes, glancing at the sick man's hand and moving her lips as if to send it a kiss.

Pierre, carefully stretching his neck so as not to touch the quilt, followed her suggestion and pressed his lips to the large boned, fleshy hand.