Having entered his study Pierre closed the door and addressed Anatole without looking at him.
"You promised Countess Rostova to marry her and were about to elope with her, is that so?"
"Mon cher," answered Anatole (their whole conversation was in French), "I don't consider myself bound to answer questions put to me in that tone."
Pierre's face, already pale, became distorted by fury. He seized Anatole by the collar of his uniform with his big hand and shook him from side to side till Anatole's face showed a sufficient degree of terror.