ah, I beg your pardon, Tronsart.

Two Englishmen in our Otriad ...

the alliance, yes, delightful!" Nikitin slowly opened his eyes, shook hands with me and with Trenchard, said that he was glad to see us and was silent again.
Trenchard stammered and blushed, said something in very bad Russian, then glanced anxiously, with an eager light in his mild blue eyes, in the direction of the excited crowd that chattered and stirred about the train.

There was something, in that look of his, that both touched and irritated me.

"What does he come for ?" I thought to myself.