he came out,
he said to Lisa: "Votre mere vous appelle; adieu a jamais,"... mounted
his horse, and set off at full trot from the very steps. Lisa went in to
Marya Dmitrievna and found her in tears; Panshin had informed her of his
ill-luck.

"Do you want to be the death of me? Do you want to be the death of me?"
was how the disconsolate widow began her lamentations. "Whom do you
want? Wasn't he good enough for you? A kammer-junker! not interesting!
He might have married any Maid of Honour he liked in Petersburg. And
I--I had so hoped for it! Is it long that you have changed towards him?
How has this misfortune come on us,--it cannot have come of itself! Is
it that dolt of a cousin's doing? A nice person you have picked up to
advise you!"

"And he, poor darling," Marya Dmitrievna went on, "how respectful he is,
how attentive even in his sorrow! He has promised not to desert me. Ah,
I can never bear that! Ah, my head aches fit to split! Send me Palashka.
You will be the death of me, if you don't think better of it,--do you
hear?"

And, calling her twice an ungrateful girl, Marya Dmitrievna dismissed
her.

She went to her own room. But she had not had time to recover from her
interviews with Panshin and her mother before another storm broke over
head, and this time from a quarter from which she would least have
expected it. Marfa Timofyevna came into her room, and at once slammed
the door after her. The old lady's face was pale, her cap was awry,
her eyes were flashing, and her hands and lips were trembling. Lisa was
astonished; she had never before seen her sensible and reasonable aunt
in such a condition.

"A pretty thing, miss," Marfa Timofyevna began in a shaking and broken
whisper, "a pretty thing! Who taught you such ways, I should like to
know, miss?... Give me some water; I can't speak."

"Calm yourself, auntie, what is the matter?" said Lisa, giving her a
glass of water. "Why, I thought you did not think much of Mr. Panshin
yourself."

Marfa Timofyevna pushed away the glass.

"I can't drink; I shall knock my last teeth out if I try to. What's
Panshin to do with it? Why bring Panshin in? You had better tell me who
has taught you to make appointments at night--eh? miss?"

Lisa turned pale.

"Now, please, don't try to deny it," pursued Marfa Timofyevna;
"Shurotchka herself saw it all and told me. I have had to forbid her
chattering, but she is not a liar."

"I don't deny it, auntie," Lisa uttered scar