"At least, then, give me that handkerchief—"
The door creaked. The handkerchief glided down to Liza's knees. Lavretsky seized it before it had time to fall on the floor, and quickly hid it away in his pocket; then, as he turned round, he encountered the glance of Marfa Timofeevna's eyes.
"Lizochka, I think your mother is calling you," said the old lady.
Liza immediately got up from her chair, and left the room.
Marfa Timofeevna sat down again in her corner, Lavretsky was going to take leave of her.
"Fedia," she said, abruptly.
"What, Aunt?"
"Are you an honorable man?"
"What?"
"I ask you—Are you an honorable man?"