nough of that,"--he interrupted her.

"And I shall know how to respect your independence, and your
repose,"--she completed her phrase, which she had prepared in advance.

Lavretzky had made her a low bow. Varvara Pavlovna understood that her
husband, in his soul, was grateful to her.

On the second day, toward the evening, they reached Lavriki; a week
later, Lavretzky set off for Moscow, leaving his wife five thousand
rubles for her expenses--and the day after Lavretzky's departure,
Panshin, whom Varvara Pavlovna had begged not to forget her in her
isolation, made his appearance. She gave him the warmest sort of a
welcome, and until late into the night the lofty rooms of the house and
the very garden rang with the sounds of music, singing, and merry French
speeches. Panshin visited Varvara Pavlovna for three days; when he
took leave of her, and warmly pressed her beautiful hands, he promised to
return very soon--and he kept his promise.

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[13] That is--they figuratively begged the pardon of all whom they
might have offended, before entering on the Church service.
The officiating priest does the same.--Translator.

[14] "Worthy and right is it, to bow down to the Father, and to the
Son, and to the Holy Spirit, to the Trinity, consubstantial and
indivisible"--at a very solemn point, and quite late in the
Liturgy.--Translator.

XLV

Liza had a separate little room, on the second story of her mother's
house, small, clean, bright, with a white bed, pots of flowers in the
corners and in front of the holy pictures, with a tiny writing-table, a
case of books, and a crucifix on the wall. This little chamber was called
the nursery; Liza had been born in it. On returning to it from church,
where she had seen Lavretzky, she put everything in order, even more
carefully than usual, wiped the dust off everything, looked over and tied
up with ribbons her note-books and the letters of her friends, locked all
the drawers, watered the plants, and touched every flower with her hand.
She did all this without haste, without noise, with a certain touched and
tranquil solicitude on her face. She halted, at last, in the middle of
the room, slowly looked around her, and stepping up to the table over
which hung the crucifix, she knelt down, laid her head on her clasped
hands, and remained motionless.

Marfa Timofeevna entered, and found her in this p