" You have been in the regiment next to no time, my lad, you're here today and tomorrow you'll be appointed adjutant somewhere and can snap your fingers when it is said 'There are thieves among the Pavlograd officers!' But it's not all the same to us! Am I not right, Denisov? It's not the same!" Denisov remained silent and did not move, but occasionally looked with his glittering black eyes at Rostov.

"You value your own pride and don't wish to apologize," continued the staff captain, "but we old fellows, who have grown up in and, God willing, are going to die in the regiment, we prize the honor of the regiment, and Bogdanich knows it.

Oh, we do prize it, old fellow! And all this is not right, it's not right! You may take offense or not but I always stick to mother truth.

It's not right!" And the staff captain rose and turned away from Rostov.

"That's twue, devil take it!" shouted Denisov, jumping up.