The countess in turn, without omitting her duties as hostess, threw significant glances from behind the pineapples at her husband whose face and bald head seemed by their redness to contrast more than usual with his gray hair.

At the ladies' end an even chatter of voices was heard all the time, at the men's end the voices sounded louder and louder, especially that of the colonel of hussars who, growing more and more flushed, ate and drank so much that the count held him up as a pattern to the other guests.

Berg with tender smiles was saying to Vera that love is not an earthly but a heavenly feeling.

Boris was telling his new friend Pierre who the guests were and exchanging glances with Natasha, who was sitting opposite.