Sister Sofia's red-rimmed eyes glittered with pleasure but she only said: "Oh, dear, I'm very sorry." Sister K---- who was always without tact made a most uncomfortable remark: "Poor Mr.!..." That, I believe, was what we were all feeling.

I had an impulse to run out into the street, find Trenchard, and make him comfortable.

I felt furiously indignant with the girl.

We all looked at her, I suppose, with indignation, because she regarded us with a fierce, insulting smile, then turned her back upon us and went to a window.
At that moment Molozov with Trenchard, Nikitin and Semyonov, entered.
I have said earlier in this book that only upon one occasion have I seen Molozov utterly overcome, a defeated man.

This was the occasion to which I refer.