Among the gentlemen of the suite, Rostov noticed Bolkonski, sitting his horse indolently and carelessly.

Rostov recalled their quarrel of yesterday and the question presented itself whether he ought or ought not to challenge Bolkonski.

" Of course not!" he now thought.

" Is it worth thinking or speaking of it at such a moment? At a time of such love, such rapture, and such self-sacrifice, what do any of our quarrels and affronts matter? I love and forgive everybody now.

" When the Emperor had passed nearly all the regiments, the troops began a ceremonial march past him, and Rostov on Bedouin, recently purchased from Denisov, rode past too, at the rear of his squadron--that is, alone and in full view of the Emperor.