"Ah, my dear friend, he is very unfortunate," she said.

" If what we hear is true, it is dreadful.

How little we dreamed of such a thing when we were rejoicing at his happiness! And such a lofty angelic soul as young Bezukhov! Yes, I pity him from my heart, and shall try to give him what consolation I can.

" "Wh-what is the matter?" asked both the young and old Rostov.

Anna Mikhaylovna sighed deeply.