"So he is like that," was her thought, as she turned a friendly glance on him; "so you are like that," he too was thinking.

And so he was not very much surprised when she informed him, not without a little faltering, however, that she had long wished to say something to him, but she was afraid of offending him.
"Don't be afraid; tell me," he replied, and stood still before her.
Lisa raised her clear eyes to him.
"You are so good," she began, and at the same time, she thought: "Yes, I am sure he is good"...

"you will forgive me, I ought not dare to speak of it to you...

but--how could you...

why did you separate from your wife ?" Lavretsky shuddered: he looked at Lisa, and sat down near her.
"My child," he began, "I beg you, do not touch upon that wound; your hands are tender, but it will hurt me all the same." "I know," Lisa went on, as though she did not hear him, "she has been to blame towards you.