his thoughts instantaneously changed; the battle seemed the memory of a remote event long past.
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Prince Andréy stayed at Brünn with Bilíbin, a Russian acquaintance of his in the diplomatic service.
“Ah, my dear prince! I could not have a more welcome visitor,” said Bilíbin as he came out to meet Prince Andréy.
“Franz, put the prince’s things in my bedroom,” said he to the servant who was ushering Bolkónski in.
“So you’re a messenger of victory, eh? Splendid! And I am sitting here ill, as you see.”
After washing and dressing, Prince Andréy came into the diplomat’s luxurious study and sat down to the dinner prepared for him.
Bilíbin settled down comfortably beside the fire.
After his journey and the campaign during which he had been deprived of all the comforts of cleanliness and