"Only, I say, what about her dress? For, you know, in such a distinguished household and in their summer villa, too, you know yourself ... a father's heart . . ."
"What about her dress? She's in mourning. She couldn't be dressed differently, could she? It's the most suitable one could possibly imagine! The only thing is she ought to have clean linen ... a clean tucker . . ."
Her tucker and what showed of her underlinen were, in fact, very dirty.
"She must change her things at once," said Pavel Pavlovitch fussily, "and we'll get together the rest of what she needs in the way of underclothes; Marya Sysoevna has got them in the wash."
"Then you should tell them to fetch a carriage,” Velchaninov interposed; "and make haste if you can."
But a difficulty presented itself: Liza resolutely opposed it; she had been listening all the time in terror, and, if Velchaninov had had time to look at her attentively while he was persuading Pavel Pavlovitch, he would have seen a look of utter despair upon her little face.
"I am not going," she said firmly, in a low voice.
"There, there! You see, she's her mother over again."
"I'm not my mother over again, I'm not my mother over again!" cried Liza in despair, wringing her little hands, and as it were trying to defend herself before her father from the awful reproach of being like her mother. "Father, father, if you leave me . . ."
She suddenly turned on Velchaninov, who was in dismay.
"If you take me I'll . . . "
But before she had time to say more, Pavel Pavlovitch clutched her by the arm and with undisguised exasperation dragged her almost by the collar into the little room. Whispering followed for some minutes; there was the sound of suppressed crying. Velchaninov was on the point of going in himself, but Pavel Pavlovitch came out and with a wry smile announced that she was coming directly. Velchaninov tried not to look at him and kept his eyes turned away.
Marya Sysoevna appeared. She was the same peasant woman that he had met just before in the passage; she began packing the linen she had brought with her in a pretty little bag belonging to Liza.
"Are you taking the little girl away then, sir?" she asked,
