In answer to Rostov's inquiry where he was going, he answered vaguely and crossly that he had some business.

"Let God and our gweat monarch judge me afterwards!" said Denisov going out, and Rostov heard the hoofs of several horses splashing through the mud.

He did not even trouble to find out where Denisov had gone.

Having got warm in his corner, he fell asleep and did not leave the hut till toward evening.

Denisov had not yet returned.