Evidently in the back rooms, from which they had dashed out so impetuously, the conversation had been more amusing than the drawing-room talk of society scandals, the weather, and Countess Apraksina.

Now and then they glanced at one another, hardly able to suppress their laughter.
The two young men, the student and the officer, friends from childhood, were of the same age and both handsome fellows, though not alike.

Boris was tall and fair, and his calm and handsome face had regular, delicate features.

Nicholas was short with curly hair and an open expression.
Dark hairs were already showing on his upper lip, and his whole face expressed impetuosity and enthusiasm.

Nicholas blushed when he entered the drawing room.