I shook so that my teeth chattered--a very pitiful figure.
Well, that was the other night.

It was true that to-night I did not feel frightened--at least not as yet.

But then it was a beautiful evening, very peaceful, still and warm--and there was Nikitin.

In any case there were those two figures whom I must consider--Semyonov and myself.

That brief conversation last night had brought us quite sharply face to face.