Prince Andréy looked out of the shed and saw Pierre, who had tripped over a pole on the ground and had nearly fallen, coming his way. It was unpleasant to Prince Andréy to meet people of his own set in general, and Pierre especially, for he reminded him of all the painful moments of his last visit to Moscow.

“You? What a surprise!” said he. “What brings you here? This is unexpected!”

As he said this his eyes and face expressed more than coldness⁠—they expressed hostility, which Pierre noticed at once. He had approached the shed full of animation, but on seeing Prince Andréy’s face he felt constrained and ill at ease.

“I have come⁠ ⁠… simply⁠ ⁠… you know⁠ ⁠… come⁠ ⁠… it interests me,” said Pierre, who had so often that day senselessly repeated that word “interesting.” “I wish to see the battle.”