Pierre gave no answer, for he neither heard nor saw anything.

He had begun to think of the last station and was still pondering on the same question--one so important that he took no notice of what went on around him.

Not only was he indifferent as to whether he got to Petersburg earlier or later, or whether he secured accommodation at this station, but compared to the thoughts that now occupied him it was a matter of indifference whether he remained there for a few hours or for the rest of his life.

The postmaster, his wife, the valet, and a peasant woman selling Torzhok embroidery came into the room offering their services.