He talked of Lizaveta Nikolaevna with an ecstasy which I was at a loss to understand.

No doubt he remembered in her the child whom he had once loved.

But besides that, he imagined for some unknown reason that he would at once find in her company a solace for his present misery, and even the solution of his more serious doubts.

He expected to meet in Lizaveta Nikolaevna an extraordinary being.

And yet he did not go to see her though he meant to do so every day.