"I..." Every muscle of Telyanin's pale, terrified face began to quiver, his eyes still shifted from side to side but with a downward look not rising to Rostov's face, and his sobs were audible.

"Count!... Don't ruin a young fellow$JMR here is this wretched money, take it$JMR" He threw it on the table.

" I have an old father and mother!..." Rostov took the money, avoiding Telyanin's eyes, and went out of the room without a word.

But at the door he stopped and then retraced his steps.