"Heaven only knows what the people here may imagine," muttered Telyanin, taking up his cap and moving toward a small empty room.
"We must have an explanation..." "I know it and shall prove it," said Rostov.
"I..." Every muscle of Telyanin's pale, terrified face began to quiver, his eyes still shifted from side to side but with a downward look not rising to Rostov's face, and his sobs were audible.
"Count!... Don't ruin a young fellow... here is this wretched money, take it..." He threw it on the table.