"There is still much, much before us," he said, as if with an old man's penetration he understood all that was passing in Bolkonski's mind.

" If a tenth part of his detachment returns I shall thank God," he added as if speaking to himself.

Prince Andrew glanced at Kutuzov's face only a foot distant from him and involuntarily noticed the carefully washed seams of the scar near his temple, where an Ismail bullet had pierced his skull, and the empty eye socket.

" Yes, he has a right to speak so calmly of those men's death," thought Bolkonski.