He sank into thought--and his heart grew heavy.
"That is beautiful music you have set to Fridolin, Christopher Fedoritch," he said aloud, "but what do you suppose, did that Fridolin do, after the Count had presented him to his wife...

became her lover, eh ?" "You think so," replied Lemm, "probably because experience,"-- he stopped suddenly and turned away in confusion.

Lavretsky laughed constrainedly, and also turned away and began gazing at the road.
The stars had begun to grow paler and the sky had turned grey when the carriage drove up to the steps of the little house in Vassilyevskoe.
Lavretsky conducted his guest to the room prepared for him, returned to his study and sat down before the window.

In the garden a nightingale was singing its last song before dawn, Lavretsky remember that a nightingale had sung in the garden at the Kalitins'; he remembered, too, the soft stir in Lisa's eyes, as at its first notes, they turned towards the dark window.

He began to think of her, and his heart was calm again.
"Pure maiden," he murmured half-aloud: "pure stars," he added with a smile, and went peacefully to bed.
But Lemm sat a long while on his bed, a music-book on his knees.