" What are you thumping the table for?" she demanded of the hussar, "and why are you exciting yourself? Do you think the French are here?" "I am speaking ze truce," replied the hussar with a smile.

"It's all about the war," the count shouted down the table.

" You know my son's going, Marya Dmitrievna? My son is going.

" "I have four sons in the army but still I don't fret.

It is all in God's hands.