"Oh, no, ofcourseitdoesn', Alyosha, dear....Youknow, Iscarcelyrespectedyoutillnow—thatisIrespectedyoubutonanequalfooting; 'tbeangry, dear, atmyjoking," sheputinatonce, withstrongfeeling."Iamabsurdandsmall, butyou, you! Listen, 'tthereinallouranalysis—Imeanyouranalysis...no, bettercallitours—aren'tweshowingcontemptforhim, forthatpoorman—inanalyzinghissoullikethis, asitwere, fromabove, eh? Indecidingsocertainlythathewilltakethemoney?"
"No, Lise, it'snotcontempt," Alyoshaanswered, asthoughhehadpreparedhimselfforthequestion.", whenwearealljustthesameasheis? Foryouknowwearejustthesame, , weshouldhavebeenjustthesameinhisplace....Idon'tknowaboutyou, Lise, butIconsiderthatIhaveasordidsoulinmanyways, andhissoulisnotsordid; onthecontrary, fulloffinefeeling....No, Lise, , Lise, myeldertoldmeoncetocareformostpeopleexactlyasonewouldforchildren, andforsomeofthemasonewouldforthesickinhospitals."
"Ah, AlexeyFyodorovitch, dear, letuscareforpeopleaswewouldforthesick!"
"Letus, Lise; ''sdifferentwithyou." "Ah, Idon'tbelieveit! AlexeyFyodorovitch, howhappyIam!"
"Iamsogladyousayso, Lise."
"AlexeyFyodorovitch, youarewonderfullygood, butyouaresometimessortofformal...., openitgently, andseewhethermammaislistening," saidLise, inanervous, hurriedwhisper.
Alyoshawent, openedthedoor, andreportedthatnoonewaslistening.
"Comehere, AlexeyFyodorovitch," Lisewenton, flushingredderandredder."Givemeyourhand—that', Ididn'twritetoyouyesterdayinjoke, butinearnest," .
