Rostov did not know or remember how he ran to his place and mounted.

Instantly his regret at not having been in action and his dejected mood amid people of whom he was weary had gone, instantly every thought of himself had vanished.

He was filled with happiness at his nearness to the Emperor.

He felt that this nearness by itself made up to him for the day he had lost.

He was happy as a lover when the longed-for moment of meeting arrives.