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"She is proud, she is struggling with herself; but kind, charming, generous, "she exclaimed, in a half-whisper."Oh, how I love her, especially sometimes, and how glad I am again of everything! Dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, you didn't know, but I must tell you, that we all, all- both her aunts, I and all of us, Lise, even- have been hoping and praying for nothing for the last month but that she may give up your favourite Dmitri, who takes no notice of her and does not care for her, and may marry Ivan Fyodorovitch- such an excellent and cultivated young man, who loves her more than anything in the world.

We are in a regular plot to bring it about, and I am even staying on here perhaps on that account.""But she has been crying- she has been wounded again," cried Alyosha.

"Never trust a woman's tears, Alexey Fyodorovitch.I am never for the women in such cases.I am always on the side of the men.""Mamma, you are spoiling him," Lise's little voice cried from behind the door.

"No, it was all my fault.I am horribly to blame," Alyosha repeated unconsoled, hiding his face in his hands in an agony of remorse for his indiscretion.

"Quite the contrary; you behaved like an angel, like an angel.Iam ready to say so a thousand times over.""Mamma, how has he behaved like an angel?" Lise's voice was heard again.

"I somehow fancied all at once," Alyosha went on as though he had not heard Lise, "that she loved Ivan, and so I said that stupid thing....What will happen now?""To whom, to whom?" cried Lise."Mamma, you really want to be the death of me.I ask you and you don't answer."At the moment the maid ran in.

"Katerina Ivanovna is ill....She is crying, struggling...

hysterics."

"What is the matter?" cried Lise, in a tone of real anxiety.

"Mamma, I shall be having hysterics, and not she!""Lise, for mercy's sake, don't scream, don't persecute me.At your age one can't know everything that grown-up people know.I'll come and tell you everything you ought to know.Oh, mercy on us! I am coming, Iam coming....Hysterics is a good sign, Alexey Fyodorovitch; it's an excellent thing that she is hysterical.That's just as it ought to be.

In such cases I am always against the woman, against all these feminine tears and hysterics.Run and say, Yulia, that I'll fly to her.As for Ivan Fyodorovitch's going away like that, it's her own fault.But he won't go away.Lise, for mercy's sake, don't scream! Oh, yes; you are not screaming.It's I am screaming.Forgive your mamma;but I am delighted, delighted, delighted! Did you notice, Alexey Fyodorovitch, how young, how young Ivan Fyodorovitch was just now when he went out, when he said all that and went out? I thought he was so learned, such a savant, and all of a sudden he behaved so warmly, openly, and youthfully, with such youthful inexperience, and it was all so fine, like you....And the way he repeated that German verse, it was just like you! But I must fly, I must fly! Alexey Fyodorovitch, make haste to carry out her commission, and then make haste back.

Lise, do you want anything now? For mercy's sake, don't keep Alexey Fyodorovitch a minute.He will come back to you at once."Madame Hohlakov at last ran off.Before leaving, Alyosha would have opened the door to see Lise.

"On no account," cried Lise."On no account now.Speak through the door.How have you come to be an angel? That's the only thing I want to know.""For an awful piece of stupidity, Lise! Goodbye!""Don't dare to go away like that!" Lise was beginning.

"Lise, I have a real sorrow! I'll be back directly, but I have a great, great sorrow!

And he ran out of the room.

Chapter 6

A Laceration in the CottageHE certainly was really grieved in a way he had seldom been before.He had rushed in like a fool, and meddled in what? In a love-affair."But what do I know about it? What can I tell about such things?" he repeated to himself for the hundredth time, flushing crimson."Oh, being ashamed would be nothing; shame is only the punishment I deserve.The trouble is I shall certainly have caused more unhappiness....And Father Zossima sent me to reconcile and bring them together.Is this the way to bring them together?" Then he suddenly remembered how he had tried to join their hands, and he felt fearfully ashamed again."Though I acted quite sincerely, Imust be more sensible in the future," he concluded suddenly, and did not even smile at his conclusion.

Katerina Ivanovna's commission took him to Lake Street, and his brother Dmitri lived close by, in a turning out of Lake Street.

Alyosha decided to go to him in any case before going to the captain, though he had a presentiment that he would not find his brother.He suspected that he would intentionally keep out of his way now, but he must find him anyhow.Time was passing: the thought of his dying elder had not left Alyosha for one minute from the time he set off from the monastery.

There was one point which interested him particularly about Katerina Ivanovna's commission; when she had mentioned the captain's son, the little schoolboy who had run beside his father crying, the idea had at once struck Alyosha that this must be the schoolboy who had bitten his finger when he, Alyosha, asked him what he had done to hurt him.Now Alyosha felt practically certain of this, though he could not have said why.Thinking of another subject was a relief, and he resolved to think no more about the "mischief" he had done, and not to torture himself with remorse, but to do what he had to do, let come what would.At that thought he was completely comforted.Turning to the street where Dmitri lodged, he felt hungry, and taking out of his pocket the roll he had brought from his father's, he ate it.It made him feel stronger.

Dmitri was not at home.The people of the house, an old cabinet-maker, his son, and his old wife, looked with positive suspicion at Alyosha."He hasn't slept here for the last three nights.