And the feeling of enthusiasm and love for his sovereign rose again in Rostov's soul in all its old force.

In the uniform of the Preobrazhensk regiment--white chamois-leather breeches and high boots--and wearing a star Rostov did not know (it was that of the Legion d'honneur), the monarch came out into the porch, putting on his gloves and carrying his hat under his arm.

He stopped and looked about him, brightening everything around by his glance.

He spoke a few words to some of the generals, and, recognizing the former commander of Rostov's division, smiled and beckoned to him.