Almost all Madame Lippevechsel's lodgers had streamed in from the inner rooms of the flat; at first they were squeezed together in the doorway, but afterwards they overflowed into the room.

Katerina Ivanovna flew into a fury.
"You might let him die in peace, at least," she shouted at the crowd, "is it a spectacle for you to gape at?
With cigarettes! (Cough, cough, cough!) You might as well keep your hats on....

And there is one in his hat!...

Get away! You should respect the dead, at least!" Her cough choked her--but her reproaches were not without result.

They evidently stood in some awe of Katerina Ivanovna.