And, indeed, it was time to take leave, I had stayed long enough for the first call.

I went up to say good-bye to Lizaveta Nikolaevna.
She seemed to have forgotten that I was in the room, and was still standing in the same place by the table with her head bowed, plunged in thought, gazing fixedly at one spot on the carpet.
"Ah, you, too, are going, good-bye," she murmured in an ordinary friendly tone.

"Give my greetings to Stepan Trofimovitch, and persuade him to come and see me as soon as he can.

Mavriky Nikolaevitch, Anton Lavrentyevitch is going.

Excuse maman's not being able to come out and say good-bye to you...." I went out and had reached the bottom of the stairs when a footman suddenly overtook me at the street door.
"My lady begs you to come back...." "The mistress, or Lizaveta Nikolaevna ?" "The young lady." I found Liza not in the big room where we had been sitting, but in the reception-room next to it.