In the hospital at Petrograd they had been, I gathered, "all serious and old," had treated her I fancy with some sternness.

Here, at any rate, "serious and old" she would not find us.

We welcomed, with joy, her youth, her enthusiasm, her happiness.
Semyonov, who never disguised nor restrained his feelings, was, from the first instant, strangely attracted to her.

She, I could see, liked him very much, felt in him his strength and capacity and scorn of others.

Molozov also yielded her his instant admiration.