"Count!... Don't ruin a young fellow... here is this wretched money, take it..." He threw it on the table.

" I have an old father and mother!..." Rostov took the money, avoiding Telyanin's eyes, and went out of the room without a word.

But at the door he stopped and then retraced his steps.

" O God," he said with tears in his eyes, "how could you do it?" "Count..." said Telyanin drawing nearer to him.

"Don't touch me," said Rostov, drawing back.