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"It is long since I have played," replied Varvara Pavlovna, seating herself without delay at the piano, and running her fingers smartly over the keys. "Do you wish it?" "If you will be so kind." Varvara Pavlovna played a brilliant and difficult etude by Hertz very correctly. She had great power and execution. "Sylphide!" cried Gedeonovsky. "Marvellous!" Marya Dmitrievna chimed in.
Even here Varvara Pavlovna did not leave her in peace. She began to admire her taste, her skill.... Lisa's heart beat violently and painfully. She could scarcely control herself, she could scarcely sit in her place. It seemed to her that Varvara Pavlovna knew all, and was mocking at her in secret triumph. To her relief, Gedeonovsky began to talk to Varvara Pavlovna, and drew off her attention.
We must send for a doctor; but for whom? Gedeonovsky praised some one the other day; but then he always lies but perhaps he has actually told the truth this time." But when she had become convinced that Liza was not ill, and was not raving when to all her objections Liza had constantly made the same reply, Marfa Timofeevna was thoroughly alarmed, and became exceedingly sorrowful.
Yes, let's go and have it on the terrace. We have magnificent cream not like what they have in your Londons and Parises. Come away, come away; and you, Fediouchka, give me your arm. What a strong arm you have, to be sure! I shan't fall while you're by my side." Every one rose and went out on the terrace, except Gedeonovsky, who slipped away stealthily.
Gedeonovsky sat beside her all the way home. She amused herself by pressing the tip of her little foot as though accidentally on his foot; he was thrown into confusion and began paying her compliments. She tittered and made eyes at him when the light of a street lamp fell into the carriage.
"The husband is always to blame, madam, I venture to assure you, when a wife misconducts herself." "You say that, my good sir, because you have never been married yourself." Gedeonovsky listened with a forced smile. "If I may be so inquisitive," he asked, after a short pause, "for whom is that pretty scarf intended?" Marfa Timofyevna gave him a sharp look.
"O ma tante, how good you are!" cried Varvara Pavlovna, and she raised her handkerchief to her eyes. A page announced the arrival of Gedeonovsky. The old gossip came in bowing and smiling. Marya Dmitrievna presented him to her visitor.
Maria Dmitrievna was deeply touched by the air from Lucia, in which great stress was laid upon the sentimental passages. "What feeling!" she whispered to Gedeonovsky. "A Sylphide!" repeated Gedeonovsky, lifting his eyes to heaven. The dinner hour arrived. Marfa Timofeevna did not come down from up-stairs until the soup was already placed on the table.
She always wore a white cap and a white dressing-jacket. "What's the matter with you?" she asked Marya Dmitrievna suddenly. "What are you sighing about, pray?" "Nothing," answered the latter. "What exquisite clouds!" "You feel sorry for them, eh?" Marya Dmitrievna made no reply. "Why is it Gedeonovsky does not come?" observed Marfa Timofyevna, moving her knitting needles quickly.
"I assure you he's very quiet, but I will tell you what I am afraid of: I'm afraid to play preference with Sergei Petrovitch; yesterday he cleaned me out of everything at Madame Byelenitsin's." Gedeonovsky gave a thin, sympathetic little laugh; he was anxious to be in favour with the brilliant young official from Petersburg the governor's favourite.
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