And, indeed, the whole room was obviously kept extremely clean.
Captain Lebyadkin had not been drunk for eight days.

His face looked bloated and yellow.

His eyes looked uneasy, inquisitive, and obviously bewildered.

It was only too evident that he did not know what tone he could adopt, and what line it would be most advantageous for him to take.
"Here," he indicated his surroundings, "I live like Zossima.

Sobriety, solitude, and poverty--the vow of the knights of old." "You imagine that the knights of old took such vows ?" "Perhaps I'm mistaken.