One man, older than the others present, suddenly pushed forward with a scared and angry look and wanted to seize hold of Dolokhov's shirt.

"I say, this is folly! He'll be killed," said this more sensible man.

Anatole stopped him.

"Don't touch him! You'll startle him and then he'll be killed.

Eh?... What then?... Eh?" Dolokhov turned round and, again holding on with both hands, arranged himself on his seat.