The process in his mind went on tormenting him without reaching a conclusion.

He feared to give way to his thoughts, yet could not get rid of them.

Suddenly, on one of the officers' saying that it was humiliating to look at the French, Rostov began shouting with uncalled-for wrath, and therefore much to the surprise of the officers: "How can you judge what's best?" he cried, the blood suddenly rushing to his face.

" How can you judge the Emperor's actions? What right have we to argue? We cannot comprehend either the Emperor's aims or his actions!" "But I never said a word about the Emperor!" said the officer, justifying himself, and unable to understand Rostov's outburst, except on the supposition that he was drunk.

But Rostov did not listen to him.