Having been sent with papers from Kutuzov to the Tsarevich, he looked in on Boris, hoping to find him alone.

When he came in and saw an hussar of the line recounting his military exploits (Prince Andrew could not endure that sort of man), he gave Boris a pleasant smile, frowned as with half-closed eyes he looked at Rostov, bowed slightly and wearily, and sat down languidly on the sofa: he felt it unpleasant to have dropped in on bad company.

Rostov flushed up on noticing this, but he did not care, this was a mere stranger.

Glancing, however, at Boris, he saw that he too seemed ashamed of the hussar of the line.