"But perhaps it is not yet true,"—added Liza.
"That is why I asked you not to mention it to any one."
Liza walked on a little way.
"Tell me,"—she began:—"you are not grieved? Not in the least?"
"I do not know myself what my feelings are,"—replied Lavrétzky.
"But, assuredly, you used to love her?"
"Yes, I did."
"Very much?"
"Very much."
"And you are not grieved by her death?"