I remember that Andrey Vassilievitch jumped to his feet, crying.

Trenchard never moved.
Semyonov with his usual stolid self-possession came towards us, greeted us, then turning to me said: "I've come to take your place, Ivan Andreievitch." "My place ?" I stammered.
"Yes.

You're wanted there.

You're to return at once in the _britchka_....

In half an hour, if you don't mind." "And you'll stay ?" "And I'll stay." No one else said anything.