BOOK TWO: 1805
6. CHAPTER VI
 (continued)
"Look, Prince," said another, who would have dearly liked to take
 another pie but felt shy, and therefore pretended to be examining
 the countryside- "See, our infantrymen have already got there. Look
 there in the meadow behind the village, three of them are dragging
 something. They'll ransack that castle," he remarked with evident
 approval. 
"So they will," said Nesvitski. "No, but what I should like,"
 added he, munching a pie in his moist-lipped handsome mouth, "would be
 to slip in over there." 
He pointed with a smile to a turreted nunnery, and his eyes narrowed
 and gleamed. 
"That would be fine, gentlemen!" 
The officers laughed. 
"Just to flutter the nuns a bit. They say there are Italian girls
 among them. On my word I'd give five years of my life for it!" 
"They must be feeling dull, too," said one of the bolder officers,
 laughing. 
Meanwhile the staff officer standing in front pointed out
 something to the general, who looked through his field glass. 
"Yes, so it is, so it is," said the general angrily, lowering the
 field glass and shrugging his shoulders, "so it is! They'll be fired
 on at the crossing. And why are they dawdling there?" 
On the opposite side the enemy could be seen by the naked eye, and
 from their battery a milk-white cloud arose. Then came the distant
 report of a shot, and our troops could be seen hurrying to the
 crossing. 
Nesvitski rose, puffing, and went up to the general, smiling. 
"Would not your excellency like a little refreshment?" he said. 
"It's a bad business," said the general without answering him,
 "our men have been wasting time." 
"Hadn't I better ride over, your excellency?" asked Nesvitski. 
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