"Yes, but you ought to have made up something—told him some trifling lie," I interrupted.
"I can't lie," answered Raissa, raising her hands.
True, thought I to myself, she cannot lie.
"There's no need of lying," said David, "nor is there any need of your killing yourself in this way. Do you suppose any one will thank you for it?"
Raissa looked at him: "What I wanted to ask you, David, was how do you spell should?"
"What?—should?"
"Yes, for instance, 'Should you like to live?'"
"Oh!—-s-h-o-u-d?"
"No," I interrupted again, "that's not right: not o-u-d, but o-u-l-d"
"Well, it's all the same," said David: "spell it with an l. The most important thing is that you should live yourself."