Part 32 (1/2)

”Give me a little time, aunt. All this will pa.s.s away.”

”Will pa.s.s away! Yes, but when? Good heavens! is it possible you have loved him so much? Why, he is quite an old fellow, Lizochka! Well, well! I don't deny he is a good man; will not bite; but what of that?

We are all good people; the world isn't shut up in a corner, there will always be plenty of this sort of goodness.”

”I can a.s.sure you all this will pa.s.s away--all this has already pa.s.sed away.”

”Listen to what I am going to tell you, Lizochka,” suddenly said Marfa Timofeevna, making Liza sit down beside her on the bed, smoothing down the girl's hair, and setting her neckerchief straight while she spoke.

”It seems to you, in the heat of the moment, as if it were impossible for your wound to be cured. Ah, my love, it is only death for which there is no cure. Only say to yourself, 'I won't give in--so much for him!' and you will be surprised yourself to see how well and how quickly it will all pa.s.s away. Only have a little patience.”

”Aunt,” replied Liza, ”it has already pa.s.sed away. All has pa.s.sed away.”

”Pa.s.sed away! how pa.s.sed away? Why your nose has actually grown peaky, and yet you say--'pa.s.sed away.' Pa.s.sed away indeed!”

”Yes, pa.s.sed away, aunt--if only you are willing to help me,” said Liza, with unexpected animation, and then threw her arms round Marfa Timofeevna's neck. ”Dearest aunt, do be a friend to me, do help me, don't be angry with me, try to understand me--”

”But what is all this, what is all this, my mother? Don't frighten me, please. I shall cry out in another minute. Don't look at me like that: quick, tell me what is the meaning of all this!”

”I--I want--” Here Liza hid her face on Marfa Timofeevna's breast. ”I want to go into a convent,” she said in a low tone.

The old lady fairly bounded off the bed.

”Cross yourself, Lizochka! gather your senses together! what ever are you about? Heaven help you!” at last she stammered out. ”Lie down and sleep a little, my darling. And this comes of your want of sleep, dearest.”

Liza raised her head; her cheeks glowed.

”No, aunt,” she said, ”do not say that. I have prayed, I have asked G.o.d's advice, and I have made up my mind. All is over. My life with you here is ended. Such lessons are not given to us without a purpose; besides, it is not for the first time that I think of it now.

Happiness was not for me. Even when I did indulge in hopes of happiness, my heart shuddered within me. I know all, both my sins and those of others, and how papa made our money. I know all, and all that I must pray away, must pray away. I grieve to leave you, I grieve for mamma and for Lenochka; but there is no help for it. I feel that it is impossible for me to live here longer. I have already taken leave of every thing, I have greeted every thing in the house for the last time. Something calls me away. I am sad at heart, and I would fain hide myself away for ever. Please don't hinder me or try to dissuade me; but do help me, or I shall have to go away by myself.”

Marfa Timofeevna listened to her niece with horror.

”She is ill,” she thought. ”She is raving. We must send for a doctor; but for whom? Gedeonovsky praised some one the other day; but then he always lies--but perhaps he has actually told the truth this time.”

But when she had become convinced that Liza was not ill, and was not raving--when to all her objections Liza had constantly made the same reply, Marfa Timofeevna was thoroughly alarmed, and became exceedingly sorrowful.

”But surely you don't know, my darling, what sort of life they lead in convents!” thus she began, in hopes of dissuading her. ”Why they will feed you on yellow hemp oil, my own; they will dress you in coa.r.s.e, very coa.r.s.e clothing; they will make you go out in the cold; you will never be able to bear all this Lizochka. All these ideas of yours are Agafia's doing. It is she who has driven you out of your senses. But then she began with living, and with living to her own satisfaction.

Why shouldn't you live too? At all events, let me die in peace, and then do as you please. And who on earth has ever known any one go into a convent for the sake of such-a-one--for a goat's beard--G.o.d forgive me--for a man! Why, if you're so sad at heart, you should pay a visit to a convent, pray to a saint, order prayers to be said, but don't put the black veil on your head, my _batyushka_, my _matyushka_.”

And Marfa Timofeevna cried bitterly.

Liza tried to console her, wiped the tears from her eyes, and cried herself, but maintained her purpose unshaken. In her despair, Marfa Timofeevna tried to turn threats to account, said she would reveal every thing to Liza's mother; but that too had no effect. All that Liza would consent to do in consequence of the old lady's urgent entreaties, was to put off the execution of her plan for a half year.

In return Marfa Timofeevna was obliged to promise that, if Liza had not changed her mind at the end of the six months, she would herself a.s.sist in the matter, and would contrive to obtain Madame Kalitine's consent.

As soon as the first cold weather arrived, in spite of her promise to bury herself in seclusion, Varvara Pavlovna, who had provided herself with sufficient funds, migrated to St. Petersburg. A modest, but pretty set of rooms had been found for her there by Pans.h.i.+ne, who had left the province of O. rather earlier than she did. During the latter part of his stay in O., he had completely lost Madame Kalitine's good graces. He had suddenly given up visiting her, and indeed scarcely stirred away from Lavriki. Varvara Pavlovna had enslaved--literally enslaved him. No other word can express the unbounded extent of the despotic sway she exercised over him.

Lavretsky spent the winter in Moscow. In the spring of the ensuing year the news reached him that Liza had taken the veil in the B.

convent, in one of the most remote districts of Russia.

EPILOGUE.