He was evidently uneasy at every movement of his clumsy person.

We all know that when such gentlemen are brought by some marvellous chance into society, they find their worst ordeal in their own hands, and the impossibility of disposing them becomingly, of which they are conscious at every moment.

The captain sat rigid in his chair, with his hat and gloves in his hands and his eyes fixed with a senseless stare on the stern face of Varvara Petrovna.

He would have liked, perhaps, to have looked about more freely, but he could not bring himself to do so yet.
Marya Timofyevna, apparently thinking his appearance very funny, laughed again, but he did not stir.

Varvara Petrovna ruthlessly kept him in this position for a long time, a whole minute, staring at him without mercy.
"In the first place allow me to learn your name from yourself," Varvara Petrovna pronounced in measured and impressive tones.
"Captain Lebyadkin," thundered the captain.