His eyes glowed.

“Liza,” he cried, “I swear I love you now more than yesterday when you came to me!”

“What a strange declaration! Why bring in yesterday and today and these comparisons?”

“You won’t leave me,” he went on, almost with despair; “we will go away together, today, won’t we? Won’t we?”

“Aie, don’t squeeze my hand so painfully! Where could we go together today? To ‘rise again’ somewhere? No, we’ve made experiments enough⁠ ⁠… and it’s too slow for me; and I am not fit for it; it’s too exalted for me. If we are to go, let it be to Moscow, to pay visits and entertain⁠—that’s my ideal you know; even in Switzerland I didn’t disguise from you what I was like. As we can’t go to Moscow and pay visits since you are married, it’s no use talking of that.”

“Liza! What happened yesterday!”

“What happened is over!”