But I know I am no use anywhere except in the army; I am not a diplomat or a government clerk .-- I don't know how to hide what I feel." As he spoke he kept glancing with the flirtatiousness of a handsome youth at Sonya and the young lady visitor.
The little kitten, feasting her eyes on him, seemed ready at any moment to start her gambols again and display her kittenish nature.
"All right, all right!" said the old count.

"He always flares up! This Buonaparte has turned all their heads; they all think of how he rose from an ensign and became Emperor.

Well, well, God grant it," he added, not noticing his visitor's sarcastic smile.
The elders began talking about Bonaparte.

Julie Karagina turned to young Rostov.
"What a pity you weren't at the Arkharovs' on Thursday.

It was so dull without you," said she, giving him a tender smile.
The young man, flattered, sat down nearer to her with a coquettish smile, and engaged the smiling Julie in a confidential conversation without at all noticing that his involuntary smile had stabbed the heart of Sonya, who blushed and smiled unnaturally.