He saw a good deal of Lisa's music-master, an old German named Christopher Theodor Lemm, and, finding much in common with him, invited him to stay for a few days.

" "That will never be," cried Lemm.

After dinner, Lemm took a small roll of music-paper out of the tail-pocket of his coat, into which he had been constantly putting his hand, and silently, with compressed lips, placed it upon the piano.

Both Lavretsky and Liza felt this, and Lemm was conscious of it too.

" Lemm and the two little girls went on to the dam at the end of the lake.

There is Lemm, for instance: he's simply in love with you.

After seeing Maria Dmitrievna into her carriage he looked about for Lemm; but the old man could nowhere be found.

Then he began to think about Liza; that she could scarcely be in love with Panshine; that if he had met her under other circumstancesGod knows what might have come of it; that he understood Lemm's feelings about her now, although she had "no words of her own."

Lemm looked askance, and compressed his lips even tighter and tighter, as if he had made a vow never to open them again.

At breakfast, next morning, Lemm asked Lavretsky to let him have horses in order to get back to town.

" Refusing the assistance of a servant, Lemm packed his little portmanteau, growing peevish the while and groaning over it, and then tore up and burnt some sheets of music paper.

During the whole of the journey neither Lavretsky nor Lemm said much.

Lemm took his portmanteau with him as he got out of the carriage, and, without stretching out his hand to his friend, he held the portmanteau before him with both hands, and, without even looking at him, said in Russian, "Farewell!" "Farewell!" echoed Lavretsky, and told the coachman to drive to his apartments; for he had taken lodgings in O. After writing several letters, and making a hasty dinner, he went to the Kalitines'.

She was a good pianiste, but no one else, except Lemm, knew how much that accomplishment had cost her.

Utterly tired out, he came to Lemm's house before the dawn.

"What do you want?" asked Lemm.

Lemm's face expressed astonishment, but he preserved a grave silence, only wrapping his dressing-gown tighter around him.

" "Oh! Was it lately you saw that?" asked Lemm.

"You are a most unfortunate man," slowly repeated Lemm.

" Lemm sighed.

Katrin the cook brought them some bad coffee, and then, when eight o'clock struck, Lemm put on his hat and went out saying that he was to have given a lesson at the Kalitines' at ten o'clock, but that he would find a fitting excuse for going there sooner.

At length Lemm returned and brought him a scrap of paper, on which Liza had traced the following words in pencil: "We cannot see each other to-day; perhaps we may to-morrow evening.

Lavretsky thanked Lemm absently and stiffly, and then went home.

"What? is Lemm dead too?" asked Lavretsky.

With that note began the inspired melody, by means of which, on that most happy night long ago, Lemm, the dead Lemm, had thrown him into such raptures.