I have always blessed His Holy Will...." She would have added something more, but restrained herself and broke off.

Liza was walking back to her place, still in the same silence, as it were plunged in thought, but she suddenly stopped before her mother.
"I am not going yet, mother.

I'll stay a little longer at auntie's," she brought out in a low voice, but there was a note of iron determination in those quiet words.
"My goodness! What now ?" wailed Praskovya Ivanovna, clasping her hands helplessly.

But Liza did not answer, and seemed indeed not to hear her; she sat down in the same corner and fell to gazing into space again as before.
There was a look of pride and triumph in Varvara Petrovna's face.
"Mavriky Nikolaevitch, I have a great favour to ask of you.

Be so kind as to go and take a look at that person downstairs, and if there is any possibility of admitting him, bring him up here." Mavriky Nikolaevitch bowed and went out.