"Nothing. I'm just looking at you. I am delighted with you."
They shook hands. While they were returning Philip said:
"Are you happy?"
Without speaking Pierre nodded with his head—yes.
"You are right, my boy. A great, beautiful thing is happiness. Take my portion . . ."
In order not to trouble him, Philip during his furlough avoided making any allusion to the near incorporation of Pierre's class in the army. But on the day of his departure he could not prevent himself from expressing his anxiety at seeing his young brother exposed very soon to the trials which he knew only too well. Scarcely did a shadow cross the brow of the young lover. He drew his eyebrows a bit together, blinked with his eyes as if to drive off a troublesome vision, and said:
"Enough! Later on! Chi lo sa?"
"We know it only too well," said Philip.
"What in any case I do know," said