"Whatgrief? Whatabout? Canyoutellme?" askedLisewithtimidentreaty.
"I'lltellyoulater, Lise—afterwards," saidAlyosha, confused."Nowyouwouldn'tunderstanditperhaps—andperhapsIcouldn'texplainit."
"Iknowyourbrothersandyourfatherareworryingyou, too."
"Yes, mybrotherstoo," murmuredAlyosha, pondering.
"Idon'tlikeyourbrotherIvan, Alyosha," saidLisesuddenly.
Henoticedthisremarkwithsomesurprise, butdidnotanswerit.
"Mybrothersaredestroyingthemselves," hewenton, "myfather, 's 'theprimitiveforceoftheKaramazovs,' asFatherPa?ssysaidtheotherday, acrude, unbridled, ? EventhatIdon', too, amaKaramazov....Meamonk, amonk! AmIamonk, Lise? YousaidjustnowthatIwas."
"Yes, Idid."
"AndperhapsIdon'tevenbelieveinGod."
"Youdon'tbelieve? Whatisthematter?" , toosubjectiveintheselastwordsofhis, perhapsobscuretohimself, butyettorturinghim.
"Andnowonthetopofitall, myfriend, thebestmanintheworld, isgoing, isleavingtheearth! Ifyouknew, Lise, howboundupinsoulIamwithhim! AndthenIshallbeleftalone....Ishallcometoyou, Lise....Forthefuturewewillbetogether."
"Yes, together, together! Henceforwardweshallbealwaystogether, allourlives! Listen, kissme, Iallowyou."
Alyoshakissedher.
"Come, !" andshemadethesignofthecrossoverhim."'vekeptyoucruelly.I', weshallbehappy! Shallwebehappy, shallwe?"
"Ibelieveweshall, Lise."
.
"AlexeyFyodorovitch, 'tdream—It'sfoolishness, nothingbutfoolishness!" shesaid, attackinghimatonce.
"Onlydon'ttellherthat," saidAlyosha, "orshewillbeupset, andthat'sbadforhernow."
", becauseyoudidn'twanttoirritateherbycontradiction?"
"Oh, no, ," Alyoshadeclaredstoutly.
"Tobeseriousaboutitisimpossible, unthinkable, andinthefirstplaceIshallneverbeathometoyouagain, andIshalltakeheraway, youmaybesureofthat."
"Butwhy?" askedAlyosha."It'."
"Ah, AlexeyFyodorovitch, that'strue, ofcourse, andyou'! Thoughit'ssuchnonsense, it', and, onlyfancy, I'verundowntomeetyouonthestairs, ; ! , whatisthislettershehaswritten? Showitmeatonce, atonce!"
"No, there', howisKaterinaIvanovnanow? Imustknow."
"Shestillliesindelirium; ; , andhewassoalarmedthatIdidn', youandthisletter! It''sholy, inthenameofyourdyingelder, showmethatletter, AlexeyFyodorovitch.I', ifyoulike, andIwillreaditso."
"No, Iwon', Iwouldn'-morrow, andifyoulike, wecantalkovermanythings, butnowgood-by!"
AndAlyosharandownstairsandintothestreet.
