He was no longer part of that--only a clumsy man at whom people laughed.

She must, I think, have suffered at her own awakening, for she was honest, impetuous, pure, if ever woman was those things.
He did not see her as she was--he still clung to his confidence; but he began as the days advanced to be terribly afraid.

His fears centred themselves round Semyonov.

Semyonov must have seemed to him an awful figure, powerful, contemptuous, all-conquering.

Any blunders that he committed were doubled by Semyonov's presence.