They have no evidence except Isay's, and what can he say ?" The mother walked up and down the room, and looked at her son.

Andrey stood at the window with his hands clasped behind his back, listening to Pavel's narrative.

Pavel also paced up and down the room.

His beard had grown, and small ringlets of thin, dark hair curled in a dense growth around his cheeks, softening the swarthy color of his face.

His dark eyes had their stern expression.
"Sit down!" said the mother, serving a hot dish.
At dinner Andrey told Pavel about Rybin.