A footman, thinking no one saw him, was drinking on the sly what was left in the glasses.

From the third room came sounds of laughter, the shouting of familiar voices, the growling of a bear, and general commotion.

Some eight or nine young men were crowding anxiously round an open window.

Three others were romping with a young bear, one pulling him by the chain and trying to set him at the others.
"I bet a hundred on Stevens!" shouted one.
"Mind, no holding on!" cried another.
"I bet on Dolokhov!" cried a third.

"Kuragin, you part our hands." "There, leave Bruin alone; here's a bet on." "At one draught, or he loses!" shouted a fourth.
"Jacob, bring a bottle!" shouted the host, a tall, handsome fellow who stood in the midst of the group, without a coat, and with his fine linen shirt unfastened in front.