For herself she liked Trenchard better than she had ever done.

She had now no responsibility towards him; we were all fond of him, pleased ourselves by saying that "he was more Russian than English." The Sisters mended his clothes, cared for his stomach, and listened with pleased gravity to his innocent chatter.
Marie Ivanovna was now really proud of him.

There were great stories of the courage and enterprise he had shown during the night when he had been with Nikitin.

Nikitin, in his lofty romantic fashion, spoke of him as though he had been the hero of the Russian army.

Trenchard was, of course, quite unspoiled by this praise and popularity.