Suddenly light steps were heard on the staircase—and Liza entered.
Lavretsky stood up and bowed. Liza remained near the door.
"Liza, Lizochka," hurriedly began Marfa Timofeevna, "where have you—where have you put my book?"
"What book, aunt?"
"Why, good gracious! that book. However, I didn't send for you—but it's all the same. What are you all doing down-stairs? Here is Fedor Ivanovich come. How is your headache?"
"It's of no consequence."
"You always say, 'It's of no consequence.' What are you all doing down below?—having music again?"
"No—They are playing cards."
"Of course; she is ready for anything. Shurochka, I see you want to run out into the garden. Be off!"
"No, I don't Marfa Timofeevna—"