"I should like," she said, "to have a little more talk, and to consult you about our poor Fedya." Gedeonovsky bowed with a smirk, and with two fingers picked up his hat, on the brim of which his gloves had been tidily laid, and went away with Marya Dmitrievna.
Panshin and Lisa remained alone in the room; she fetched the sonata, and opened it; both seated themselves at the piano in silence.

Overhead were heard the faint sounds of scales, played by the uncertain fingers of Lenotchka..