It was Speranski.

Prince Andrew recognized him at once, and felt a throb within him, as happens at critical moments of life.

Whether it was from respect, envy, or anticipation, he did not know.

Speranski's whole figure was of a peculiar type that made him easily recognizable.

In the society in which Prince Andrew lived he had never seen anyone who together with awkward and clumsy gestures possessed such calmness and self-assurance; he had never seen so resolute yet gentle an expression as that in those half-closed, rather humid eyes, or so firm a smile that expressed nothing; nor had he heard such a refined, smooth, soft voice; above all he had never seen such delicate whiteness of face or hands--hands which were broad, but very plump, soft, and white.