It were impossible to be a more thorough Larinski.
The princess manifested, in listening to him, an astonished curiosity; she concluded by saying to him: "Count, I admire you; but I believe only in physiology, and you are a little too much of a Pole for me." After they had left the table and repaired to the _salon_, several callers dropped in.

It was like a deliverance to Samuel.

If the society was not numerous enough for him to lose himself in it, at least it served him as a shield.

He held it for a certainty that the princess had not recognised him; yet he did not cease feeling in her presence unutterably ill at ease.

This Calmuck visage of hers recalled to him all the miseries, the shame, the hard, grinding slavery of his youth; he could not look at her without feeling his brow burn as though it were being seared with a hot iron.
He entered into conversation with a supercilious, haughty, and pedantic counsellor-at-law, whose interminable monologues distilled ennui.