"You are so kind,"--she began, and, at the same time, she said to herself:--"'yes, he really is kind' ... you will pardon me, but I ought not to speak of this to you ... but how could you ... why did you separate from your wife?" Lavretzky shuddered, glanced at Liza, and seated himself beside her. "My child," he began,--"please do not touch that wound; your hands are tender, but nevertheless I shall suffer pain." "I know,"--went on Liza, as though she had not heard him:--"she is culpable toward you, I do not wish to defend her; but how is it possible to put asunder that which God has joined together?" "Our convictions on that point are too dissimilar, Lizaveta Mikhailovna,"--said Lavretzky, rather sharply;--"we shall not understand each other." Liza turned pale; her whole body quivered slightly; but she did not hold her peace. "You ought to forgive,"--she said softly:--"if you wish to be forgiven." "Forgive!"--Lavretzky caught her up:--"Ought not you first to know for whom you are pleading? Forgive that woman, take her back into my house,--her,--that empty, heartless creature! And who has told you, that she wishes to return to me? Good heavens, she is entirely satisfied with her position.... But what is the use of talking about it! Her name ought not to be uttered by you. You are too pure, you are not even in a position to understand what sort of a being she is." "Why vilify her?"--said Liza, with an effort. The trembling of her hands became visible. "It was you yourself who abandoned her, Feodor Ivanitch." "But I tell you,"--retorted Lavretzky, with an involuntary outburst of impatience:--"that you do not know what sort of a creature she is!" "Then why did you marry her?"--whispered Liza, and dropped her eyes. Lavretzky sprang up hastily from his seat. "Why did I marry? I was young and inexperienced then; I was deceived, I was carried away by a beautiful exterior. I did not know women, I did not know anything. God grant that you may make a happier marriage! But, believe me, it is impossible to vouch for anything." "And I may be just as unhappy,"--said Liza (her voice began to break): "but, in that case, I must submit; I do not know how to talk, but if we do not submit...." Lavretzky clenched his fists and stamped his foot. "Be not angry; forgive me!"--ejaculated Liza, hastily. At that moment, Marya Dmitrievna entered. Liza rose, and started to leave the room. "Stop!"--Lavretzky unexpectedly called after her. "I have a great favour to ask of your mother and of you: make me a visit to celebrate my new home. You know, I have set up a piano; Lemm is staying with me; the lilacs are now in bloom; you will get a breath of the country air, and can return the same day,--do you accept?"