"You don't recognise me," he said, taking off his hat, "but I recognise you in spite of its being seven years since I saw you last.

You were a child then.

I am Lavretsky.

Is your mother at home?
Can I see her ?" "Mamma will be glad to see you," replied Lisa; "she had heard of your arrival." "Let me see, I think your name is Elisaveta ?" said Lavretsky, as he went up the stairs.
"Yes." "I remember you very well; you had even then a face one doesn't forget.
I used to bring you sweets in those days." Lisa blushed and thought what a queer man.

Lavretsky stopped for an instant in the hall.