"There is nothing so refreshing after a sleepless night as a cup of this delicious Russian tea," Lorrain was saying with an air of restrained animation as he stood sipping tea from a delicate Chinese handleless cup before a table on which tea and a cold supper were laid in the small circular room.

Around the table all who were at Count Bezukhov's house that night had gathered to fortify themselves.

Pierre well remembered this small circular drawing room with its mirrors and little tables.