Panshin, who was playing bass, struck the first chords of the sonata loudly and decisively, but Lisa did not begin her part.

He stopped and looked at her.

Lisa's eyes were fixed directly on him, and expressed displeasure.

There was no smile on her lips, her whole face looked stern and even mournful.
"What's the matter ?" he asked.
"Why did you not keep your word ?" she said.

"I showed you Christopher Fedoritch's cantata on the express condition that you said nothing about it to him ?" "I beg your pardon, Lisaveta Mihalovna, the words slipped out unawares." "You have hurt his feelings and mine too.