"Oh, he's all right, a good horse," answered Rostov, though the horse for which he had paid seven hundred rubbles was not worth half that sum.
"Then I'll have it brought round," said Rostov wishing to avoid Telyanin, and he went out to give the order.
On seeing Rostov, Denisov screwed up his face and pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to the room where Telyanin was sitting, he frowned and gave a shudder of disgust.
Rostov shrugged his shoulders as much as to say: "Nor do I, but what's one to do?" and, having given his order, he returned to Telyanin.
Telyanin was sitting in the same indolent pose in which Rostov had left him, rubbing his small white hands.
"Well there certainly are disgusting people," thought Rostov as he entered.
When Rostov went back there was a bottle of vodka and a sausage on the table.
He leaned his elbows on the table with his pen in his hand and, evidently glad of a chance to say quicker in words what he wanted to write, told Rostov the contents of his letter.
"How much is left in the puhse?" he asked, turning to Rostov.
"Please, Denisov, let me lend you some: I have some, you know," said Rostov, blushing.
"Wait, haven't you dropped it?" said Rostov, picking up the pillows one at a time and shaking them.
No, I remember thinking that you kept it under your head like a treasure," said Rostov. "I put it just here.
"No, if I hadn't thought of it being a treasure," said Rostov, "but I remember putting it there."
Denisov silently watched Lavrushka's movements, and when the latter threw up his arms in surprise saying it was nowhere to be found Denisov glanced at Rostov.
Rostov felt Denisov's gaze fixed on him, raised his eyes, and instantly dropped them again.