the most intense hatred! I could never have fancied all these transitions...
before." "But I wonder, though, how could you come here and dispose of the hand of Lizaveta Nikolaevna?
Have you the right to do so?
Has she authorised you ?" Mavriky Nikolaevitch frowned and for a minute he looked down.
"That's all words on your part," he brought out suddenly, "words of revenge and triumph; I am sure you can read between the lines, and is this the time for petty vanity?
Haven't you satisfaction enough?
Must I really dot my i's and go into it all?
Very well, I will dot my i's, if you are so anxious for my humiliation.

I have no right, it's impossible for me to be authorised; Lizaveta Nikolaevna knows nothing about it and her betrothed has finally lost his senses and is only fit for a madhouse, and, to crown everything, has come to tell you so himself.

You are the only man in the world who can make her happy, and I am the one to make her unhappy.

You are trying to get her, you are pursuing her, but--I don't know why--you won't marry her.

If it's because of a lovers' quarrel abroad and I must be sacrificed to end it, sacrifice me.