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，
