Lisa flushed.
“You are mistaken, Fedor Ivanitch,” she said: “you are wrong in thinking .... But don’t you like Vladimir Nikolaitch?” she asked suddenly.
“No, I don’t.”
“Why?”
“I think he has no heart.”
The smile left Lisa’s face.
“It is your habit to judge people severely,” she observed after a long silence.
“I don’t think it is. What right have I to judge others severely, do you suppose, when I must ask for indulgence myself? Or have you forgotten that I am a laughing stock to everyone, who is not too indifferent even to scoff?... By the way,” he added, “did you keep your promise?”
“What promise?”
“Did you pray for me?”