Helene spoke of him as "mon page" and treated him like a child.

Her smile for him was the same as for everybody, but sometimes that smile made Pierre uncomfortable.

Toward him Boris behaved with a particularly dignified and sad deference.

This shade of deference also disturbed Pierre.

He had suffered so painfully three years before from the mortification to which his wife had subjected him that he now protected himself from the danger of its repetition, first by not being a husband to his wife, and secondly by not allowing himself to suspect.