Lefebure proved on the spot you were lying.

Yet you weren't lying, you were simply imagining it all to amuse yourself.

Come, tell me, what is it now?
What are you fancying now; what is it vexes you ?" "And you fell in love with the priest who used to teach us scripture at school--so much for you, since you've such a spiteful memory.

Ha ha ha!" She laughed viciously and went off into a fit of coughing.
"Ah, you've not forgotten the priest then..." said Varvara Petrovna, looking at her vindictively.
Her face turned green.

Praskovya Ivanovna suddenly assumed a dignified air.
"I'm in no laughing mood now, madam.