Nikitin told us that he would meet us at the station that evening.
He had his own business in the place.

The little town was delivered over to the Russian army but seemed happy enough in its deliverance.

I have never realised in any place more completely the spirit of bright cheerfulness, and the soldiers who thronged the little streets were as far from alarm and thunder as the painted sheep in the restaurant.
Marie Ivanovna was as excited as though she had never been in a town before.

She bought a number of things in the little expensive shops--eau-de-Cologne, sweets, an electric lamp, a wrist-watch, and some preserved fruit.

Trenchard made her presents; she thanked him with a gratitude that made him so happy that he stumbled over his sword more than ever, blushing and pushing his cap back from his head.
There are some who might have laughed at him, carrying her parcels, his face flushed, his legs knocking against one another, but it was here, at H----, that, for the first time, I positively began to like him.