At last she got up from her seat in evident haste to go away, and hurried her mother whom Mavriky Nikolaevitch began helping up from her low chair.

But it seemed they were not destined to get away without seeing everything to the end.
Shatov, who had been forgotten by every one in his corner (not far from Lizaveta Nikolaevna), and who did not seem to know himself why he went on sitting there, got up from his chair, and walked, without haste, with resolute steps right across the room to Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, looking him straight in the face.

The latter noticed him approaching at some distance, and faintly smiled, but when Shatov was close to him he left off smiling.
When Shatov stood still facing him with his eyes fixed on him, and without uttering a word, every one suddenly noticed it and there was a general hush; Pyotr Stepanovitch was the last to cease speaking.

Liza and her mother were standing in the middle of the room.

So passed five seconds; the look of haughty astonishment was followed by one of anger on Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch's face; he scowled....
And suddenly Shatov swung his long, heavy arm, and with all his might struck him a blow in the face.