“Because, taking leave of the world, I want to take leave of all my past in your person!” He wept and raised both her hands to his tear-stained eyes. “I kneel to all that was beautiful in my life. I kiss and give thanks! Now I’ve torn myself in half; left behind a mad visionary who dreamed of soaring to the sky. Vingt-deux ans , here. A shattered, frozen old man. A tutor chez ce marchand, s’il existe pourtant ce marchand .⁠ ⁠… But how drenched you are, Lise !” he cried, jumping on to his feet, feeling that his knees too were soaked by the wet earth. “And how is it possible⁠ ⁠… you are in such a dress⁠ ⁠… and on foot, and in these fields?⁠ ⁠… You are crying! Vous êtes malheureuse. Bah, I did hear something.⁠ ⁠… But where have you come from now?” He asked hurried questions with an uneasy air, looking in extreme bewilderment at Mavriky Nikolaevitch. “ Mais savez-vous l’heure qu’il est? ”