"No arguing, if you please. Be off. Nastasia Carpovna has gone into the garden by herself. Go and keep her company. You should show the old lady respect."
Shurochka left the room.
"But where is my cap? Wherever can it have got to?"
"Let me look for it," said Liza.
"Sit still, sit still! My own legs haven't dropped off yet. It certainly must be in my bed-room."
And Marfa Timofeevna went away, after casting a side-glance at Lavretsky. At first she left the door open, but suddenly she returned and shut it again from the outside.
Liza leant back in her chair and silently hid her face in her hands.
Lavretsky remained standing where he was.
"This is how we have had to see each other!" he said at last.
Liza let her hands fall from before her face.