BOOK FIVE: 1806 - 07
20. CHAPTER XX
 (continued)
"I'm sorry, sorry for that fine fellow. Give me the letter." 
Hardly had Rostov handed him the letter and finished explaining
 Denisov's case, when hasty steps and the jingling of spurs were
 heard on the stairs, and the general, leaving him, went to the
 porch. The gentlemen of the Emperor's suite ran down the stairs and
 went to their horses. Hayne, the same groom who had been at
 Austerlitz, led up the Emperor's horse, and the faint creak of a
 footstep Rostov knew at once was heard on the stairs. Forgetting the
 danger of being recognized, Rostov went close to the porch, together
 with some inquisitive civilians, and again, after two years, saw those
 features he adored: that same face and same look and step, and the
 same union of majesty and mildness.... And the feeling of enthusiasm
 and love for his sovereign rose again in Rostov's soul in all its
 old force. In the uniform of the Preobrazhensk regiment- white
 chamois-leather breeches and high boots- and wearing a star Rostov did
 not know (it was that of the Legion d'honneur), the monarch came out
 into the porch, putting on his gloves and carrying his hat under his
 arm. He stopped and looked about him, brightening everything around by
 his glance. He spoke a few words to some of the generals, and,
 recognizing the former commander of Rostov's division, smiled and
 beckoned to him. 
All the suite drew back and Rostov saw the general talking for
 some time to the Emperor. 
The Emperor said a few words to him and took a step toward his
 horse. Again the crowd of members of the suite and street gazers
 (among whom was Rostov) moved nearer to the Emperor. Stopping beside
 his horse, with his hand on the saddle, the Emperor turned to the
 cavalry general and said in a loud voice, evidently wishing to be
 heard by all: 
"I cannot do it, General. I cannot, because the law is stronger than
 I," and he raised his foot to the stirrup. 
The general bowed his head respectfully, and the monarch mounted and
 rode down the street at a gallop. Beside himself with enthusiasm,
 Rostov ran after him with the crowd. 
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