"But what is there to say about me?" said Pierre, his face relaxing into a careless, merry smile.

" What am I? An illegitimate son!" He suddenly blushed crimson, and it was plain that he had made a great effort to say this.

" Without a name and without means... And it really..." But he did not say what "it really" was.

" For the present I am free and am all right.