Souvarine had gone back to his chair, with his back to the wall and his eyes fixed on the smoke from his cigarette, but his feverish fingers were moving restlessly, and he ran them over his knees, seeking the warm fur of Poland, who was absent this evening; it was an unconscious discomfort, something that was lacking, he could not exactly say what.
Souvarine avait repris sa chaise, le dos a la muraille, les yeux perdus sur la fumée de sa cigarette; mais ses doigts fébriles étaient agités d'une inquiétude, il les promenait le long de ses genoux, cherchant le poil tiede de Pologne, absente ce soir-la; et c'était un malaise inconscient, une chose qui lui manquait, sans qu'il sut au juste laquelle.