very fond!' and once he even said: 'And how it seizes one ...
excellent!' and wondered what made him say it.

'Dear me, am I drunk ?' he asked himself.

He had had a couple of bottles of wine, but it was not the wine alone that was having this effect on Olenin.

He remembered all the words of friendship heartily, bashfully, spontaneously (as he believed) addressed to him on his departure.

He remembered the clasp of hands, glances, the moments of silence, and the sound of a voice saying, 'Good-bye, Mitya!' when he was already in the sledge.