they are kind. Don't be angry with me, Liza; I only wish for your good.
How strange it would have seemed to all who knew him if any one could have seen him at that moment.
"How—how—how . . . how horrid you are!" said Liza, choking with stifled tears, glaring at him with her beautiful eyes full of anger.
"Liza, I . . ."
"You are wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked!"
She wrung her hands. Velchaninov was completely at a loss.
"Liza, darling, if you knew how despairing you make me!"
"Is it true that he will come to-morrow? Is it true?" she asked peremptorily.
"Yes, yes, I'll bring him myself; I'll take him with me and bring him."
"He'll deceive me," she whispered, looking down.
"Doesn’t he love you, Liza?"
"He doesn't love me."
"Does he ill-treat you? Does he?"
Liza looked at him gloomily and was mute. She turned away from him again and sat with her eyes obstinately cast down. He began trying to coax her; he talked to her warmly, he was in a perfect fever. Liza listened with mistrust and hostility, but she did listen. Her attention delighted him extremely; he even began explaining to her what was meant by a man's drinking. He told her that he loved her himself and would look after her father. Liza lifted her eyes at last and looked at him intently. He began telling her how he-used to know her mother and he saw that what he told her interested her. Little by little she began answering his questions, though cautiously and in monosyllables. She still stubbornly refused to answer his leading questions; she remained obstinately silent about everything to do with her relations with her father in the past. As he talked to her, Velchaninov took her hand in his as before and held it; she did not pull it away. The child was not silent all the time, however; she let out in her confused answers that she loved her father more than her mother, because he had always been fonder of her, and her mother had not cared so much for her, but that when her mother was dying she had kissed her and cried a great deal when every one had gone out of the room and they were left alone . . . and that now she
