When they met, she fell on his breast, sobbing.

She could not lift her face, but only pressed it to the cold braiding of his hussar's jacket.

Denisov, who had come into the room unnoticed by anyone, stood there and wiped his eyes at the sight.

"Vasili Denisov, your son's friend," he said, introducing himself to the count, who was looking inquiringly at him.

"You are most welcome! I know, I know," said the count, kissing and embracing Denisov.