BOOK FIVE: 1806 - 07
19. CHAPTER XIX
 (continued)
"Anyhow, I'm in your way," he said in a low tone. "Come and talk
 over my business and I'll go away." 
"Oh, no, not at all," said Boris. "But if you are tired, come and
 lie down in my room and have a rest." 
"Yes, really..." 
They went into the little room where Boris slept. Rostov, without
 sitting down, began at once, irritably (as if Boris were to blame in
 some way) telling him about Denisov's affair, asking him whether,
 through his general, he could and would intercede with the Emperor
 on Denisov's behalf and get Denisov's petition handed in. When he
 and Boris were alone, Rostov felt for the first time that he could not
 look Boris in the face without a sense of awkwardness. Boris, with one
 leg crossed over the other and stroking his left hand with the slender
 fingers of his right, listened to Rostov as a general listens to the
 report of a subordinate, now looking aside and now gazing straight
 into Rostov's eyes with the same veiled look. Each time this
 happened Rostov felt uncomfortable and cast down his eyes. 
"I have heard of such cases and know that His Majesty is very severe
 in such affairs. I think it would be best not to bring it before the
 Emperor, but to apply to the commander of the corps.... But in
 general, I think..." 
"So you don't want to do anything? Well then, say so!" Rostov almost
 shouted, not looking Boris in the face. 
Boris smiled. 
"On the contrary, I will do what I can. Only I thought..." 
At that moment Zhilinski's voice was heard calling Boris. 
"Well then, go, go, go..." said Rostov, and refusing supper and
 remaining alone in the little room, he walked up and down for a long
 time, hearing the lighthearted French conversation from the next room. 
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