It was Prince Andrew.

"Ah, it's you!" said Pierre with a preoccupied, dissatisfied air.

"And I, you see, am hard at it.

" He pointed to his manuscript book with that air of escaping from the ills of life with which unhappy people look at their work.

Prince Andrew, with a beaming, ecstatic expression of renewed life on his face, paused in front of Pierre and, not noticing his sad look, smiled at him with the egotism of joy.