I have seen him watching him with angry and puzzled gaze as though he would satisfy himself why this gnat of a man worried him! Then, finally, was Andrey Vassilievitch....

The little man had not given me much of his company during these last weeks.

I fancy that since that night at the battle of S---- when he had revealed his terror he had been shy of me although, God knows, he had no need to be.

He never forgot if any one had seen him in an unfortunate position, and, although he bore me no grudge, he was nervous and embarrassed with me.

It happened, however, that during this same week of which I have been speaking I had a conversation with him.