"Go on, I entreat you!" exclaimed Lavretsky. "What do you mean?"
"You will hear, perhaps—But whatever it may be, forget—No, do not forget me—remember me."
"I forget you?"
"Enough. Farewell. Please do not follow me."
"Liza—" began Lavretsky.
"Farewell, farewell!" she repeated, and then, drawing her veil still lower over her face, she went away, almost at a run.
Lavretsky looked after her for a time, and then walked down the street with drooping head. Presently he ran against Lemm, who also was walking along with his hat pulled low over his brows, and his eyes fixed on his feet.
They looked at each other for a time in silence.
"Well, what have you to say?" asked Lavretsky at last.
"What have I to say?" replied Lemm, in a surly voice. "I have nothing to say. 'All is dead and we are dead.' ('Alles ist todt und wir sind todt.') Do you go to the right?"