He thought, I suppose, as he had thought about Nikitin: "How can a man with his wits about him be at the same time such a fool ?" And then he saw that Marie Ivanovna was delighted with Trenchard's little piece of good luck.

She laughed at Semyonov about it.

"We all know you're a very brave man," she cried.

"But you're not so brave as Mr." And Semyonov, because he knew that Trenchard was a fool and that he himself was not, was vexed, as a bull is vexed by a red flag.

These things made him think a great deal about Trenchard.