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Rostov took the purse in his hand, examined it and the money in

it, and looked at Telyanin. The lieutenant was looking about in

his usual way and suddenly seemed to grow very merry.

"If we get to Vienna I'll get rid of it there but in these

wretched little towns there's nowhere to spend it," said he.

"Well, let me have it, young man, I'm going."

Rostov did not speak.

"And you? Are you going to have lunch too? They feed you quite

decently here," continued Telyanin. "Now then, let me have it."

He stretched out his hand to take hold of the purse. Rostov let

go of it. Telyanin took the purse and began carelessly slipping

it into the pocket of his riding breeches, with his eyebrows

lifted and his mouth slightly open, as if to say, "Yes, yes, I am

putting my purse in my pocket and that's quite simple and is no

one else's business."

"Well, young man?" he said with a sigh, and from under his lifted

brows he glanced into Rostov's eyes.