This was Prince Bolkonski.

Beside him was his comrade Nesvitski, a tall staff officer, extremely stout, with a kindly, smiling, handsome face and moist eyes.

Nesvitski could hardly keep from laughter provoked by a swarthy hussar officer who walked beside him.

This hussar, with a grave face and without a smile or a change in the expression of his fixed eyes, watched the regimental commander's back and mimicked his every movement.