Lebyadkin, clasping her hands.
"Auntie, auntie, take me with you too!" the voice of Lizaveta Nikolaevna cried suddenly.
I must observe that Lizaveta Nikolaevna had come to the cathedral with the governor's wife, while Praskovya Ivanovna had by the doctor's orders gone for a drive in her carriage, taking Mavriky Nikolaevitch to entertain her.

Liza suddenly left the governor's wife and ran up to Varvara Petrovna.
"My dear, you know I'm always glad to have you, but what will your mother say ?" Varvara Petrovna began majestically, but she became suddenly confused, noticing Liza's extraordinary agitation.
"Auntie, auntie, I must come with you!" Liza implored, kissing Varvara Petrovna.
_"Mais qu'avez vous donc, Lise ?"_ the governor's wife asked with expressive wonder.
"Ah, forgive me, darling, _chere cousine,_ I'm going to auntie's." Liza turned in passing to her unpleasantly surprised _chere cousine_, and kissed her twice.
"And tell maman to follow me to auntie's directly; maman meant, fully meant to come and see you, she said so this morning herself, I forgot to tell you," Liza pattered on.

"I beg your pardon, don't be angry, _Julie, chere...cousine...._Auntie, I'm ready!" "If you don't take me with you, auntie, I'll run after your carriage, screaming," she whispered rapidly and despairingly in Varvara Petrovna's ear; it was lucky that no one heard.

Varvara Petrovna positively staggered back, and bent her penetrating gaze on the mad girl.

That gaze settled everything.