"Oh, he is doubter, all right," growls Apalkov through Tsybenko's translation. "If you call the source of the national policy a doubter. He is first and loudest in-"

The rest of the sentence goes untranslated, because Tsybenko breaks off and starts swearing under his breath at a degree of vulgarity that leaves even the sailors looking shocked. "How does the English run?" asks Tsybenko when he can get civilized again. "'Methinks he does protest too much'?"