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Panshin treated him with exaggerated politeness; Lemm had entrenched himself in his misanthropy and hardly bowed to him, and, worst of all, Lisa seemed to avoid him. When she happened to be left alone with him, instead of her former candour there was visible embarrassment on her part, she did not know what to say to him, and he, too, felt confused.
Lemm, who was conducting him to the door, immediately consented, pressing his hand cordially. But when he found himself alone in the fresh, damp air, beneath the just-appearing dawn, he looked round, half-shut his eyes, bent himself together, and crept back, like a culprit, to his bed-room. He tried to make out that he was ill when, a few days later, Lavretsky's carriage came for him.
Lemm lived with him seven years in the capacity of orchestra conductor, and left him empty-handed. The nobleman was ruined, he intended to give him a promissory note, but in the sequel refused him even that in short, did not pay him a farthing.
"Where are you going, dear Christoph Fedorovich? Won't you stay and take tea?" "I am going home," said Lemm, in a surly voice; "my head aches." "What nonsense! do remain. We will have a talk about Shakspeare." "My head aches," repeated the old man.
There were rumours, it is true, that this "noble Polish lady" was a simple Jewess, very well known to a good many cavalry officers but, after all, what do you think does it really make any difference? With Lemm, Mihalevitch did not get on; his noisy talk and brusque manners scared the German, who was unused to such behaviour.
But Lavretsky returned to the house, went into the dining-room, approached the piano, and touched one of the notes. It responded with a faint but clear sound, and a shudder thrilled his heart within him. With that note began the inspired melody, by means of which, on that most happy night long ago, Lemm, the dead Lemm, had thrown him into such raptures.
Aren't you going to stay and have tea with us?" "I go home," answered Lemm in a surly voice; "my head aches." "Oh, what nonsense! do stop. We'll have an argument about Shakespeare." "My head aches," repeated the old man. "We set to work on the sonata of Beethoven without you," continued Panshin, taking hold of him affectionately and smiling brightly, "but we couldn't get on at all.
But he he is, to describe him by one word, a dil-le-tante" "But doesn't she love him?" Lemm rose from his bench. "No, she does not love him.
"It is wonderful," he said, "your coming just at this very moment. But I know every thing I know all about it." "You know every thing?" exclaimed Lavretsky in astonishment. "You have heard what I said," replied Lemm. "Didn't you understand that I knew every thing?" Lavretsky did not get to sleep till the morning. All night long he remained sitting on the bed. Neither did Liza sleep.
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."
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