Lisa went into the drawing-room, where Panshin's voice and laugh could be heard; he had been communicating some gossip of the town to Marya Dmitrievna, and Gedeonovksy, who by this time had come in from the garden, and he was himself laughing aloud at the story he was telling.

At the name of Lavretsky, Marya Dmitrievna was all in a flutter.

She turned pale and went up to meet him.
"How do you do, how do you do, my dear cousin ?" she cried in a plaintive and almost tearful voice, "how glad I am to see you!" "How are you, cousin ?" replied Lavretsky, with a friendly pressure of her out-stretched hand; "how has Providence been treating you ?" "Sit down, sit down, my dear Fedor Ivanitch.

Ah, how glad I am! But let me present my daughter Lisa to you." "I have already introduced myself to Lisaveta Mihalovna," interposed Lavretsky.
"Monsier Panshin...

Sergei Petrovitch Gedeonovsky...