do you hear, Liza, do you hear? And what was it all about? All because I go out and leave her; she says it shows I don't love her any more as I used to when mother was alive—that's her complaint against me. And a child like that who ought to be playing with her toys, instead of fretting over a fantastic notion like that. Though here she has no one to play with."
"Why, how . . . you're surely not alone here?"
"Quite alone; the servant only comes in once a day."
"And you go out and leave her like this alone?"
"What else could I do? And when I went out yesterday I locked her in, into that little room there, that's what the tears have been about to-day. But what else could I do? Judge for yourself: the day before yesterday she went down when I was out, and a boy threw a stone at her in the yard and hit her on the head. Or else she begins crying and runs round to all the lodgers in the yard, asking where I've gone. And that's not nice, you know. And I'm a nice one, too; I go out for an hour and come back next morning; that's what happened yesterday. It was a nice thing, too, that while I was away the landlady let her out, sent for a locksmith to break the lock—such a disgrace—I literally feel myself a monster. All mental aberration, all mental aberration. . . ."
"Father!" the child said timidly and uneasily.
"There you are, at it again! You're at the same thing again. What did I tell you just now?"
"I won't, I won't!" Liza repeated in terror, hurriedly clasping her hands before him.
"You can't go on like this in these surroundings," Velchaninov said impatiently, in a voice of authority. "Why, you . . . why, you're a man of property; how is it you’re living like this—in this lodge and in such surroundings?"
"In the lodge? But, you see, we may be going away in a week's time, and we've wasted a great deal of money already, even though I have property. . . ."
"Come, that's enough, that's enough." Velchaninov cut him short with increasing impatience, as it were expressing plainly: "There’s no need to talk. I know all that you have to say, and I know with what feelings you are speaking."
"Listen, I'll make a suggestion. You said just now that you'll be staying a week, maybe possibly even a fortnight. I know a household here, that is, a family where I’m quite at home—have known them twenty years. The father, Alexandr
