Pierre had the air of a man preoccupied with considerations which had no connection with the matter in hand.

His haggard face was yellow.

He had evidently not slept that night.

He looked about distractedly and screwed up his eyes as if dazzled by the sun.

He was entirely absorbed by two considerations: his wife's guilt, of which after his sleepless night he had not the slightest doubt, and the guiltlessness of Dolokhov, who had no reason to preserve the honor of a man who was nothing to him....