It was the same as Pierre remembered it three months before, when the count had sent him to Petersburg.

But now this head was swaying helplessly with the uneven movements of the bearers, and the cold listless gaze fixed itself upon nothing.

After a few minutes' bustle beside the high bedstead, those who had carried the sick man dispersed.

Anna Mikhaylovna touched Pierre's hand and said, "Come.

" Pierre went with her to the bed on which the sick man had been laid in a stately pose in keeping with the ceremony just completed.