me, too?”
“Yes, I’d heard of you and had thought of you, too … and if it’s partly vanity that makes you ask, it doesn’t matter.”
“Do you know, Karamazov, our talk has been like a declaration of love,” said Kolya, in a bashful and melting voice. “That’s not ridiculous, is it?”
“Not at all ridiculous, and if it were, it wouldn’t matter, because it’s been a good thing.”
Alyosha smiled brightly.
“But do you know, Karamazov, you must admit that you are a little ashamed yourself, now. … I see it by your eyes.” Kolya smiled with a sort of sly happiness.
“Why ashamed?”
“Well, why are you blushing?”
“It was you made me blush,” laughed Alyosha, and he really did blush. “Oh, well, I am a little, goodness knows why, I don’t know …” he muttered, almost embarrassed.
“Oh, how I love you