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Then he would not disturb Madame Kalitine, but he pressed Liza's hand lightly and said, "We are friends now, are we not?" She nodded assent, and he pulled up his horse. The carriage rolled on its way quietly swinging and curtseying. Lavretsky returned home at a walk. The magic of the summer night took possession of him.
"I don't know. I often think about it." "Often?" "Yes." "One wouldn't say so, looking at you now. Your face seems so happy, so bright, and you smile " "Yes. I feel very happy now," replied Liza simply. Lavretsky felt inclined to seize both her hands and press them warmly. "Liza, Liza!" cried Madame Kalitine, "come here and see what a carp I have caught."
On the evening of which we are about to speak, the inmates of the Kalitine house, of whom the eldest, Lenochka's betrothed, was not more than four-and-twenty, had taken to playing a game which was not of a very complicated nature, but which seemed to be very amusing to them, to judge by their happy laughter, that of running about the rooms, and trying to catch each other.
And then he would stop short, and presently let his head fall back and again betake himself to gazing into the stream of his life. Madame Kalitine did not receive Lavretsky over cordially, when he paid her a visit next day. "Ah! he's making a custom of it," she thought.
At the end the two united and sang together, "Merciful Lord, have pity upon us, poof sinners, and keep us from all evil thoughts and worldly desires." On the title-page, very carefully and even artistically written, were the words, "Only the Righteous are in the Right. A Sacred Cantata. Composed, and dedicated to Elizaveta Kalitine, his dear pupil, by her teacher, C.T.G, Lemm."
"How he did sneeze!" exclaimed Lenochka and irrepressible laughter again broke out on all sides. "We had news of Liza the other day," said young Kalitine. And again silence fell upon all the circle. "She is going on well her health is gradually being restored now." "Is she still in the same convent?" Lavretsky asked, not without an effort. "Yes." "Does she ever write to you?" "No, never.
He walked fast until he drew near to the house, but then he slackened his pace. Panshine's carriage was standing before the door. "Well," thought Lavretsky, as he entered the house, "I will not be selfish." No one met him in-doors, and all seemed quiet in the drawing-room. He opened the door, and found that Madame Kalitine was playing piquet with Panshine.
We get news of her from other quarters." A profound silence suddenly ensued. "An angel has noiselessly flown past," they all thought. "Won't you go into the garden?" said Kalitine, addressing Lavretsky. "It is very pleasant now, although we have neglected it a little."
She behaved very coldly to Varvara Pavlovna, answering her amiable speeches with broken phrases, and never even looking at her. Varvara soon perceived that there was no conversation to be got out of that old lady, so she gave up talking to her. On the other hand Madame Kalitine became still more caressing in her behavior towards her guest. She was vexed by her aunt's rudeness.
At length the last "king" came to an end, and Madame Kalitine rose from her cushioned chair, sighing, and uttering sounds of weariness the while.
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