He looked at her and hastily turned away, scrutinizing other faces.

"But here's this lady too, and others very much moved as well; it's very natural," Alexey Alexandrovitch told himself.

He tried not to look at her, but unconsciously his eyes were drawn to her.

He examined that face again, trying not to read what was so plainly written on it, and against his own will, with horror read on it what he did not want to know.