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Updated: June 18, 2025
"She will marry Panshine. But even if she refuses him will it not be just the same as far as I am concerned?" Passing at that moment in front of a looking-glass, he just glanced at his face in it, and then shrugged his shoulders. Amid such thoughts as these the day passed swiftly by. The evening arrived, and Lavretsky went to the Kalitines.
Madame Kalitine rang for the page, and told him to ask Liza to come down if her headache was better. At the sound of Liza's name, Panshine began to talk about self-sacrifice, and to discuss the question as to which is the more capable of such sacrifice man or woman.
Panshine assumed an air of melancholy, and expressed himself tersely, sadly, and significantly altogether after the fashion of an artist who has not yet had any opportunity of showing off but in spite of the entreaties of Madame Belenitsine, who coquetted with him to a great extent he would not consent to sing his romance. Lavretsky's presence embarrassed him.
It was not for nothing that she told me she was afraid of me. And as to her not being in love with Panshine that is but a poor consolation!" Lavretsky went to Vasilievskoe; but he could not manage to spend even four days there so wearisome did it seem to him. Moreover, he was tormented by suspense.
"What is it? Tell me tell me!" "I really think I ought not. However," added Liza, turning to Lavretsky with a smile, "what is the good of a half-confidence? Do you know, I received a letter to-day?" "From Panshine?" "Yes, from him. How did you guess that?" "And he asks for your hand?" "Yes," replied Liza, looking straight at Lavretsky with serious eyes.
"Have you been down-stairs?" asked the old lady. "Whom did you find there? Is Panshine always hanging about there? But did you see Liza? No? She was to have come here. Why there she is as soon as one mentions her." Liza came into the room, caught sight of Lavretsky and blushed. "I have only come for a moment, Marfa Timofeevna," she was beginning. "Why for a moment?" asked the old lady.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "I see you have begun to copy my landscape and capitally very good indeed only just give me the pencil the shadows are not laid in black enough. Look here." And Panshine added some long strokes with a vigorous touch. He always drew the same landscape large dishevelled trees in the foreground, in the middle distance a plain, and on the horizon an indented chain of hills.
"Why, I thought you didn't like M. Panshine yourself." Marfa Timofeevna pushed the glass away. "I can't drink it. I should knock out my last teeth, if I tried. What has Panshine to do with it? Whatever have we to do with Panshine? Much better tell me who taught you to make appointments with people at night. Eh, my mother!" Liza turned very pale.
"Exactly as if it were in one of the best Paris drawing-rooms," thought Maria Dmitrievna, listening to their quick and supple talk. Panshine felt completely happy. He smiled, and his eyes shone.
Liza felt confused, but then she thought, "What does it matter?" Meanwhile Panshine assumed an air of mystery and maintained silence, looking in a different direction with a grave expression on his face. "Why I fancy it must be past eleven!" observed Maria Dmitrievna. Her guests understood the hint and began to take leave.
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