Lavretsky went after her.

As she went down the staircase, Lisa stopped.
"They say truly," she began, "that people's hearts are full of contradictions.

Your example ought to frighten me, to make me distrust marriage for love; but I--" "You have refused him ?" interrupted Lavretsky.
"No; but I have not consented either.

I told him everything, everything I felt, and asked him to wait a little.

Are you pleased with me ?" she added with a swift smile--and with a light touch of her hand on the banister she ran down the stairs.
"What shall I play to you ?" she asked, opening the piano.
"What you like," answered Lavretsky as he sat down so that he could look at her.
Lisa began to play, and for a long while she did not lift her eyes from her fingers.