Varvara Petrovna, screwing up her eyes, looked him up and down.
The ceremonious butler Alexey Yegorytch came in.
"The carriage," Varvara Petrovna ordered.

"And you, Alexey Yegorytch, get ready to escort Miss Lebyadkin home; she will give you the address herself." "Mr.Lebyadkin has been waiting for her for some time downstairs, and has been begging me to announce him." "That's impossible, Varvara Petrovna!" and Mavriky Nikolaevitch, who had sat all the time in unbroken silence, suddenly came forward in alarm.
"If I may speak, he is not a man who can be admitted into society.
He...

he...

he's an impossible person, Varvara Petrovna!" "Wait a moment," said Varvara Petrovna to Alexey Yegorytch, and he disappeared at once.
_"C'est un homme malhonnete et je crois meme que c'est un forcat evade ou quelque chose dans ce genre,"_ Stepan Trofimovitch muttered again, and again he flushed red and broke off.
"Liza, it's time we were going," announced Praskovya Ivanovna disdainfully, getting up from her seat.

She seemed sorry that in her alarm she had called herself a fool.