"Whatmeanness? Asforherspyingonherdaughter, it'sherright, it'snotmeanness!" criedLise, firingup."Youmaybesure, AlexeyFyodorovitch, thatwhenIamamother, ifIhaveadaughterlikemyselfIshallcertainlyspyonher!"
"Really, Lise? That'snotright."
"Oh, mygoodness! Whathasmeannesstodowithit? Ifshewerelisteningtosomeordinaryworldlyconversation, itwouldbemeanness, butwhenherowndaughterisshutupwithayoungman....Listen, Alyosha, doyouknowIshallspyuponyouassoonaswearemarried, andletmetellyouIshallopenallyourlettersandreadthem, soyoumayaswellbeprepared."
"Yes, ofcourse, ifso—" mutteredAlyosha, "onlyit'snotright."
"Ah, howcontemptuous! Alyosha, dear, wewon'tquarreltheveryfirstday.I', it'sverywrongtospyonpeople, and, ofcourse, Iamnotrightandyouare, onlyIshallspyonyouallthesame."
"Do, then; youwon'tfindoutanything," laughedAlyosha.
"And, Alyosha, willyougiveintome? Wemustdecidethattoo."
"Ishallbedelightedto, Lise, andcertainto, 'tagreewithme, Ishalldomydutyinthemostimportantthings."
"That'sright; butletmetellyouIamreadytogiveintoyounotonlyinthemostimportantmatters, —ineverything, andforallmylife!" criedLisefervently, "andI'lldoitgladly, gladly! What'smore, I'llswearnevertospyonyou, neveronce, , IknowthatIwon'....Listen, AlexeyFyodorovitch, whyhaveyoubeensosadlately—bothyesterdayandto-day? Iknowyouhavealotofanxietyandtrouble, butIseeyouhavesomespecialgriefbesides, somesecretone, perhaps?"
"Yes, Lise, Ihaveasecretone, too," answeredAlyoshamournfully."Iseeyouloveme, sinceyouguessedthat."
