The morning after the day we have described, at ten o'clock, Lavretsky was mounting the steps of the Kalitins' house.

He was met by Lisa coming out in her hat and gloves.
"Where are you going ?" he asked her.
"To service.

It is Sunday." "Why do you go to church ?" Lisa looked at him in silent amazement.
"I beg your pardon," said Lavretsky; "I--I did not mean to say that; I have come to say good-bye to you, I am starting for my village in an hour." "Is it far from here ?" asked Lisa.
"Twenty miles." Lenotchka made her appearance in the doorway, escorted by a maid.
"Mind you don't forget us," observed Lisa, and went down the steps.
"And don't you forget me.

And listen," he added, "you are going to church; while you are there, pray for me, too." Lisa stopped short and turned round to him: "Certainly," she said, looking him straight in the face, "I will pray for you too.

Come, Lenotchka." In the drawing-room Lavretsky found Marya Dmitrievna alone.