“Your excellency!” he said. “Why, we were beginning to despair! How is it you are on foot? And where are you going, please?”
“Oh, yes!” said Pierre.
The soldiers stopped.
“So you’ve found your folk?” said one of them. “Well, goodbye, Pyotr Kirílovich—isn’t it?”
“Goodbye, Pyotr Kirílovich!” Pierre heard the other voices repeat.
“Goodbye!” he said and turned with his groom toward the inn.
“I ought to give them something!” he thought, and felt in his pocket. “No, better not!” said another, inner voice.
There was not a room to be had at the inn, they were all occupied. Pierre went out into the yard and, covering himself up head and all, lay down in his carriage.
IX
Scarcely had Pierre laid his head on the pillow before he felt himself falling asleep,