"Yes, five versts away.

Plenty of work in a minute.
Brought food with you?
Very little here." Then I heard him begin, as he walked into the house with Nikitin, "Terrible thing, Doctor, about your Sister yesterday....

Terrible....

I--" I remember that my great desire was that I should not be left alone with Trenchard.

I clung to Andrey Vassilievitch, and a poor resource he was, watching with nervous eyes the building and the glimmering forest, dusting his clothes and beginning sentences which he did not finish, Trenchard was quite silent.