His attachment to Trenchard had been so unobtrusive that Molozov had officially permitted it without realising that he had permitted anything.

It was so unobtrusive that I myself had not, during these last weeks, noticed it.

To-day I saw Nikolai glance many times at Trenchard.

His eyes were anxious and inquiring; he looked at him rather as a dog may look at his master, although there was here no dumb submission, nor any sentimental weakness....

I should rather say that Nikolai looked at Trenchard as one free man may look at another.