Casually, while surveying the squadron, the Emperor's eyes met Rostov's and rested on them for not more than two seconds.

Whether or no the Emperor understood what was going on in Rostov's soul (it seemed to Rostov that he understood everything), at any rate his light-blue eyes gazed for about two seconds into Rostov's face.

A gentle, mild light poured from them.

Then all at once he raised his eyebrows, abruptly touched his horse with his left foot, and galloped on.