" Still, one must have pity on a young man in misfortune.

You know he has important connections... Well, then, you just..." "I will, your excellency," said Timokhin, showing by his smile that he understood his commander's wish.

"Well, of course, of course!" The regimental commander sought out Dolokhov in the ranks and, reining in his horse, said to him: "After the next affair... epaulettes.

" Dolokhov looked round but did not say anything, nor did the mocking smile on his lips change.

"Well, that's all right," continued the regimental commander.