least interest during this explanation, but as if he were not listening to it continued to dress while walking about, and three times unexpectedly interrupted. Once he stopped it by shouting: “The white one, the white one!”
This meant that Tíkhon was not handing him the waistcoat he wanted. Another time he interrupted, saying:
“And will she soon be confined?” and shaking his head reproachfully said:
“That’s bad! Go on, go on.”
The third interruption came when Prince Andréy was finishing his description. The old man began to sing, in the cracked voice of old age:
“ Malbrook s’en va-t-en guerre. Dieu sait quand reviendra. ”
His son only smiled.
“I don’t say it’s a plan I approve of,” said the son; “I am only telling you what it is. Napoleon has also formed his plan by now, not worse