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He was," so he continued, "he might say a friend of the deceased." Lavretsky dressed, went out into the garden, and till morning he walked up and down the same path. The next morning, over their tea, Lemm asked Lavretsky to let him have the horses to return to town. "It's time for me to set to work, that is, to my lessons," observed the old man. "Besides, I am only wasting time here."
She can only love what is beautiful, and he is not, that is, his soul is not beautiful." Lemm uttered this whole speech coherently, and with fire, walking with little steps to and fro before the tea-table, and running his eyes over the ground. "Dearest maestro!" cried Lavretsky suddenly, "it strikes me you are in love with cousin yourself." Lemm stopped short all at once.
"I had no suspicion that you were here nothing would have induced me to sing my song before you. I know you are no lover of light music." "I did not hear it," declared the new-comer, in very bad Russian, and exchanging greetings with every one, he stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. "Have you come, Monsieur Lemm," said Marya Dmitrievna, "to give Lisa her music lesson?"
They looked at one another without speaking. "Well, what have you to say?" Lavretsky brought out at last. "What have I to say?" returned Lemm, grimly. "I have nothing to say. So you're going to the right, are you?" "Yes." "And I go to the left. Good-bye." The following morning Fedor Ivanitch set off with his wife for Lavriky.
So the second part of the sonata a rather quick allegro broke down completely; at the twentieth bar, Panshin, who was two bars behind, gave in, and pushed his chair back with a laugh. "No!" he cried, "I can't play to-day; it's a good thing Lemm did not hear us; he would have had a fit." Lisa got up, shut the piano, and turned round to Panshin. "What are we going to do?" she asked.
Liza was a good scholar, that is, a persevering one; she was not gifted with a profound intellect, or with extraordinarily brilliant faculties, and nothing yielded to her without demanding from her no little exertion. She was a good pianiste, but no one else, except Lemm, knew how much that accomplishment had cost her.
As Lavretsky left his study he put in his pocket the copy of the newspaper he had read the night before. During the whole of the journey neither Lavretsky nor Lemm said much. Each of them was absorbed in his own thoughts, and each was glad that the other did not disturb him. And they parted rather coldly, an occurrence which, for the matter of that, often occurs among friends in Russia.
"On the nuptials of M. Panshin and Lisa. It seems to me things are in a fair way with them already." "That will never be," cried Lemm. "Why?" "Because it is impossible." "What, then, do you find amiss with the match?" "Everything is amiss, everything. At the age of nineteen Lisavetta is a girl of high principles, serious, of lofty feelings, and he he is a dilettante, in a word."
He tried to say that he was ill, a few days later, when Lavretsky drove over to fetch him in an open carriage; but Fedor Ivanitch went up into his room and managed to persuade him. What produced the most powerful effect upon Lemm was the circumstance that Lavretsky had ordered a piano from town to be sent into the country expressly for him.
At midnight Lavretsky saw Lemm home, and remained with him till three in the morning. Lemm talked a great deal. He stooped less than usual, his eyes opened wide and sparkled, his very hair remained pushed off from his brow. It was so long since any one had shown any sympathy with him, and Lavretsky was evidently interested in him, and questioned him carefully and attentively.
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