Lavretsky began to tell her about his daily life at Vassilyevskoe, about Mihalevitch, and about Anton; he felt a need to talk to Lisa, to share with her everything that was passing in his heart; she listened so sweetly, so attentively; her few replies and observations seemed to him so simple and so intelligent.

He even told her so.
Lisa was surprised.
"Really ?" she said; "I thought that I was like my maid, Nastya; I had no words of my own.

She said one day to her sweetheart: 'You must be dull with me; you always talk so finely to me, and I have no words of my own.'" "And thank God for it!" thought Lavretsky..