"I have spattered him," thought Tchervyakov, "he is not the head of my department, but still it is awkward. I must apologise."
Tchervyakov gave a cough, bent his whole person forward, and whispered in the general's ear.
"Pardon, your Excellency, I spattered you accidentally..."
"Never mind, never mind."
"For goodness sake excuse me, I...I did not mean to."