the sound
of a man’s
footsteps.
“Here he
is,
Kuragin!”
whispered
Shinshin.
Countess
Bezuhov
turned
smiling to
the
new-comer.
Natasha
looked in
the
direction
of the
Countess
Bezuhov’s
eyes, and
saw an
exceedingly
handsome
adjutant
coming
towards
their box
with a
confident,
but yet
courteous,
bearing.
It was
Anatole
Kuragin,
whom she
had seen
long
before,
and
noticed at
the
Petersburg
ball. He
was now
wearing an
adjutant’s
uniform,