But, I think, though, that had better be later on." "Why later on ?" interposed Marya Dmitrievna, "why not now ?" "I obey," replied Panshin, with a peculiar bright and sweet smile, which came and went suddenly on his face.

He drew up a chair with his knee, sat down to the piano, and striking a few chords began to sing, articulating the words clearly, the following song-- Above the earth the moon floats high Amid pale clouds; Its magic light in that far sky Yet stirs the floods.
My heart has found a moon to rule Its stormy sea; To joy and sorrow it is moved Only by thee.
My soul is full of love's cruel smart, And longing vain; But thou art calm, as that cold moon, That knows not pain.
The second couplet was sung by Panshin with special power and expression, the sound of waves was heard in the stormy accompaniment.
After the words "and longing vain," he sighed softly, dropped his eyes and let his voice gradually die away, morendo.

When he had finished, Lisa praised the motive, Marya Dmitrievna cried, "Charming!" but Gedeonovsky went so far as to exclaim, "Ravishing poetry, and music equally ravishing!" Lenotchka looked with childish reverence at the singer.

In short, every one present was delighted with the young dilettante's composition; but at the door leading into the drawing-room from the hall stood an old man, who had only just come in, and who, to judge by the expression of his downcast face and the shrug of his shoulders, was by no means pleased with Panshin's song, pretty though it was.

After waiting a moment and flicking the dust off his boots with a coarse pocket-handkerchief, this man suddenly raised his eyes, compressed his lips with a morose expression, and his stooping figure bent forward, he entered the drawing-room.
"Ah! Christopher Fedoritch, how are you ?" exclaimed Panshin before any of the others could speak, and he jumped up quickly from his seat.