“Are you content?”
Lisa only bent her head in assent.
“Fedor Ivanitch,” she began in a calm but faint voice, “I wanted to beg you not to come to see us any more; go away as soon as possible, we may see each other again later—sometime—in a year. But now, do this for my sake; fulfil my request, for God’s sake.”
“I am ready to obey you in everything, Lisaveta Mihalovna; but are we really to part like this? will you not say one word to me?”
“Fedor Ivanitch, you are walking near me now.... But already you are so far from me. And not only you, but—”
“Speak out, I entreat you!” cried Lavretsky, “what do you mean?”
“You will hear perhaps... but whatever it may be, forget... no, do not forget; remember me.”
“Me forget you—”
“That’s enough, good-bye. Do not come after me.”
“Lisa!” Lavretsky was beginning.