Anatolewentoutoftheroomandreturnedafewminuteslaterwearingafurcoatgirtwithasilverbelt, , andstandingbeforeDolokhovinthesameposehehadassumedbeforeit, heliftedaglassofwine.
"Well, good-by, !" saidAnatole."Well, comradesandfriends..." heconsideredforamoment "...ofmyyouth, farewell!" hesaid, turningtoMakarinandtheothers.
Thoughtheywereallgoingwithhim, .
"Alltakeglasses; youtoo, , comradesandfriendsofmyyouth, we'? Andnow, whenshallwemeetagain? —nowfarewell, lads! Toourhealth! Hurrah!..." hecried, andemptyinghisglassflungitonthefloor.
"Toyourhealth!" saidBalagawhoalsoemptiedhisglass, andwipedhismouthwithhishandkerchief.
MakarinembracedAnatolewithtearsinhiseyes.
"Ah, Prince, howsorryIamtopartfromyou!
"Let''sgo!" criedAnatole.
Balagawasabouttoleavetheroom.
"No, stop!" saidAnatole."Shutthedoor; 'stheway."
Theyshutthedoorandallsatdown.
"Now, quickmarch, lads!" saidAnatole, rising.
Joseph, hisvalet, handedhimhissabretacheandsaber, andtheyallwentoutintothevestibule.
"Andwhere'sthefurcloak?" askedDolokhov."Hey, Ignatka! ," continuedDolokhovwithawink."Why, she'llrushoutmoredeadthanalivejustinthethingssheiswearing; ifyoudelayatallthere'llbetearsand 'Papa' and 'Mamma,' andshe'sfrozeninaminuteandmustgoback—butyouwrapthefurcloakroundherfirstthingandcarryhertothesleigh."
Thevaletbroughtawoman'sfox-linedcloak.
"Fool, Itoldyouthesableone! Hey, Matrena, thesable!" heshoutedsothathisvoicerangfarthroughtherooms.
