“No, my name’s not Lebyadkin.”
“Then perhaps your brother’s name is Lebyadkin?”
“My brother’s name is Lebyadkin.”
“This is what I’ll do, I’ll take you with me now, my dear, and you shall be driven from me to your family. Would you like to go with me?”
“Ach, I should!” cried Mlle. Lebyadkin, clasping her hands.
“Auntie, auntie, take me with you too!” the voice of Lizaveta Nikolaevna cried suddenly.
I must observe that Lizaveta Nikolaevna had come to the cathedral with the governor’s wife, while Praskovya Ivanovna had by the doctor’s orders gone for a drive in her carriage, taking Mavriky Nikolaevitch to entertain her. Liza suddenly left the governor’s wife and ran up to Varvara Petrovna.
“My dear, you know I’m always glad to have you, but what will your mother say?” Varvara Petrovna began majestically, but she became suddenly confused, noticing Liza’s extraordinary agitation.
“Auntie, auntie, I must come with you!” Liza implored, kissing Varvara Petrovna.
“Mais qu’avez vous donc, Lise?” the governor’s wife asked with expressive wonder.