They entered into a big room, and in his first glance David saw three doors leading from this room: two of them were open, the third was closed.

There was something very like a sobbing note in Father Roland's voice as he opened his arms wide, and said to David: "Home, David--your home!" He took off his things--his coat, his cap, his moccasins, and his thick German socks--and when he again spoke to David and looked at him, his eyes had in them a mysterious light and his words trembled with suppressed emotion.
"You will forgive me, David--you will forgive me a weakness, and make yourself at home--while I go alone for a few minutes into ...

that ...
room ?" He rose from the chair on which he had seated himself to strip off his moccasins and faced the closed door.

He seemed to forget David after he had spoken.

He went to it slowly, his breath coming quickly, and when he reached it he drew a heavy key from his pocket.