"You left her yourself, Fedor Ivanitch." "But I tell you," retorted Lavretsky with an involuntary outburst of impatience, "you don't know what that woman is!" "Then why did you marry her ?" whispered Lisa, and her eyes feel.
Lavretsky got up quickly from his seat.
"Why did I marry her?
I was young and inexperienced; I was deceived, I was carried away by a beautiful exterior.

I knew no women.

I knew nothing.

God grant you may make a happier marriage! but let me tell you, you can be sure of nothing." "I too might be unhappy," said Lisa (her voice had begun to be unsteady), "but then I ought to submit, I don't know how to say it; but if we do not submit"-- Lavretsky clenched his hands and stamped with his foot.
"Don't be angry, forgive me," Lisa faltered hurriedly.
At that instant Marya Dmitrievna came in.

Lisa got up and was going away.
"Stop a minute," Lavretsky cried after her unexpectedly.