"I am ready to obey you in all things, Lizavéta Mikhaílovna; but is it possible that we are to part thus? will you not say a single word to me?"
"Feódor Ivánitch, here you are now, walking by my side. But you are already far away from me. And not you alone, but also...."
"Finish, I entreat you!"—exclaimed Lavrétzky:—"what is it that you mean to say?"
"You will hear, perhaps ... but whatever happens, forget ... no, do not forget me,—remember me."
"I forget you!..."
"Enough; farewell. Do not follow me."
"Liza ..."—Lavrétzky was beginning.
"Farewell, farewell!"—she repeated, dropped her veil still lower, and advanced almost at a run.
Lavrétzky gazed after her, and dropping his head, went back down the street. He hit upon Lemm, who was also walking along, with his hat pulled down on his nose, and staring at the ground under his feet.
They stared at each other in silence.