No, you are better out of it." "And you--what about you ?" asked Paul, with a little laugh--the laugh that one brave man gives when he sees another do a plucky thing.
"I! Oh, I am all right! I am nobody; I am hated of all the peasants because I am your steward and so hard--so cruel.

That is my certificate of harmlessness with those that are about the Emperor." Paul made no answer.

He was not of an argumentative mind, being a large man, and consequently inclined to the sins of omission rather than to the active form of doing wrong.

He had an enormous faith in Karl Steinmetz, and, indeed, no man knew Russia better than this cosmopolitan adventurer.

Steinmetz it was who pricked forward with all speed, wearing his hardy little horse to a drooping semblance of its former self.
Steinmetz it was who had recommended quitting the travelling carriage and taking to the saddle, although his own bulk led him to prefer the slower and more comfortable method of covering space.