"Ah, you're up already," said Denisov, entering the room.

"Long ago," answered Rostov, "I have already been for the hay, and have seen Fraulein Mathilde.

" "Weally! And I've been losing, bwother.

I lost yesterday like a damned fool!" cried Denisov, not pronouncing his r's.

" Such ill luck! Such ill luck.