But she's in great pain now.

Maman, listen, it's striking twelve, it's time you took your medicine." "The doctor's come," a maid-servant announced at the door.
The old lady got up and began calling her dog: "Zemirka, Zemirka, you come with me at least." Zemirka, a horrid little old dog, instead of obeying, crept under the sofa where Liza was sitting.
"Don't you want to?
Then I don't want you.

Good-bye, my good sir, I don't know your name or your father's," she said, addressing me.
"Anton Lavrentyevitch..." "Well, it doesn't matter, with me it goes in at one ear and out of the other.

Don't you come with me, Mavriky Nikolaevitch, it was Zemirka I called.

Thank God I can still walk without help and to-morrow I shall go for a drive." She walked angrily out of the drawing-room.
"Anton Lavrentyevitch, will you talk meanwhile to Mavriky Nikolaevitch; I assure you you'll both be gainers by getting to know one another better," said Liza, and she gave a friendly smile to Mavriky Nikolaevitch, who beamed all over as she looked at him.