She reproached him for his absence and asked him would he not go on the morrow to mass?
(The next day was Sunday.) "Do go," she said before he had time to answer, "we will pray together fro the repose of her soul." Then she added that she did not know how to act--she did not know whether she had the right to make Panshin wait any longer for her decision.
"Why so ?" inquired Lavretsky.
"Because," she said, "I begin now to suspect what that decision will be." She declared that her head ached and went to her own room up-stairs, hesitatingly holding out the tips of her fingers to Lavretsky.
The next day Lavretsky went to mass.

Lisa was already in the church when he came in.

She noticed him though she did not turn round towards him.
She prayed fervently, her eyes were full of a calm light, calmly she bowed her head and lifted it again.

He felt that she was praying for him too, and his heart was filled with a marvelous tenderness.

He was happy and a little ashamed.