"ToMozhaysk."
"You'reagentleman, aren'tyou?"
"Yes."
"Andwhat'syourname?"
"PeterKirilych."
"Wellthen, PeterKirilych, comealongwithus, we'lltakeyouthere."
InthetotaldarknessthesoldierswalkedwithPierretoMozhaysk.
BythetimetheygotnearMozhayskandbeganascendingthesteephillintothetown, , , suchwashisstateofforgetfulness, hadhenothalfwayupthehillstumbleduponhisgroom, .
"Yourexcellency!" hesaid."Why, wewerebeginningtodespair! Howisityouareonfoot? Andwhereareyougoing, please?"
"Oh, yes!" saidPierre.
Thesoldiersstopped.
"Soyou'vefoundyourfolk?" saidoneofthem."Well, good-by, PeterKirilych—isn'tit?"
"Good-bye, PeterKirilych!" Pierreheardtheothervoicesrepeat.
"Good-bye!" hesaidandturnedwithhisgroomtowardtheinn.
"Ioughttogivethemsomething!" hethought, andfeltinhispocket."No, betternot!" saidanother, innervoice.
Therewasnotaroomtobehadattheinn, , coveringhimselfupheadandall, laydowninhiscarriage.
