addressing Velchaninov. "Have you a family, then? It's a good deed, sir: she's a quiet child; you are taking her from a perfect Bedlam."
"Come, come, Marya Sysoevna!" muttered Pavel Pavlovitch.
"Marya Sysoevna, indeed! That's my name, right enough. It is a Bedlam here, isn't it? Is it the proper thing for a child that can understand to see such disgraceful goings on? They've fetched you a carriage, sir—to Lyesnoe, is it?"
"Yes, yes."
"Well, it's a blessing you came!"
Liza came out pale and, looking down, took her bag. Not one glance in Velchaninov's direction; she restrained herself and did not, as before, rush to embrace her father, even at parting; evidently she was unwilling to look at him either. Her father kissed her decorously on the head and patted it; her lips twitched as he did so and her little chin quivered, but still she did not raise her eyes to her father. Pavel Pavlovitch looked pale, and his hands were trembling—Velchaninov noticed that distinctly, though he was doing his utmost not to look at him. The one thing he longed for was to get away as quickly as possible.
"After all, it's not my fault," he thought. "It was bound to be so."
They went downstairs; there Marya Sysoevna kissed Liza good-bye, and only when she was sitting in the carriage Liza lifted her eyes to her father, flung up her hands and screamed; another minute and she would have flung herself out of the carriage to him, but the horses had started.
CHAPTER VI
A New Fancy of an Idle Man
"Are you feeling ill?" asked Velchaninov in alarm. "I will tell them to stop, I'll tell them to bring water. . . ."
She turned her eyes upon him and looked at him passionately, reproachfully.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked sharply and abruptly.
"It's a very nice family, Liza. They're in a delightful summer villa now; there are a lot of children; they’ll love you;
