"If you really want it," said he.

He went to his bed, drew a purse from under the clean pillow, and sent for wine.

"Yes, and I have some money and a letter to give you," he added.

Rostov took the letter and, throwing the money on the sofa, put both arms on the table and began to read.

After reading a few lines, he glanced angrily at Berg, then, meeting his eyes, hid his face behind the letter.