"It seems to me that he has great talent for music; but up to the present time he has not cultivated it as he should."
"Exactly. And is he a nice man?"
Liza laughed, and cast a quick glance at Feódor Ivánitch.
"What a strange question!"—she exclaimed, drawing up her hook, and flinging it far out again.
"Why is it strange?—I am asking you about him as a man who has recently come hither, as your relative."
"As a relative?"
"Yes. I believe I am a sort of uncle to you."
"Vladímir Nikoláitch has a kind heart,"—said Liza:—"he is clever; mamma is very fond of him."
"And do you like him?"
"He is a nice man: why should not I like him?"