She put the newspaper in her pocket.
"Have you read Obermann, Lisaveta Mihalovna ?" Panshin asked her pensively.
Lisa made him a reply in passing, and went out of the room and up-stairs.

Lavretsky went back to the drawing-room and drew near the card-table.

Marfa Timofyevna, flinging back the ribbons of her cap and flushing with annoyance, began to complain of her partner, Gedeonovsky, who in her words, could not play a bit.
"Car-playing, you see," she said, "is not so easy as talking scandal." The latter continued to blink and wipe his face.

Lisa came into the drawing-room and sat down in a corner; Lavretsky looked at her, she looked at him, and both the felt the position insufferable.

He read perplexity and a kind of secret reproachfulness in her face.