"Yes."
"But why?"
"I don't know."
Lavretsky said nothing for a time.
"Tell me," he began again presently; "haven't you made up your mind yet?"
"What do you mean?" she replied, without lifting her eyes from the ground.
"Surely you understand me?"
Liza suddenly reddened.
"Don't ask me about anything!" she exclaimed with animation. "I know nothing. I don't know myself."
And she went hastily away.