"May the Lord bless you both, you and your babe Lizaveta! You have gladdened my heart, mother.Farewell, dear children, farewell, dear ones."He blessed them all and bowed low to them.
Chapter 4
A Lady of Little FaithA visitor looking on the scene of his conversation with the peasants and his blessing them shed silent tears and wiped them away with her handkerchief.She was a sentimental society lady of genuinely good disposition in many respects.When the elder went up to her at last she met him enthusiastically.
"Ah, what I have been feeling, looking on at this touching scene!..."She could not go on for emotion."Oh, I understand the people's love for you.I love the people myself.I want to love them.And who could help loving them, our splendid Russian people, so simple in their greatness!""How is your daughter's health? You wanted to talk to me again?""Oh, I have been urgently begging for it, I have prayed for it!
I was ready to fall on my knees and kneel for three days at your windows until you let me in.We have come, great healer, to express our ardent gratitude.You have healed my Lise, healed her completely, merely by praying over her last Thursday and laying your hands upon her.We have hastened here to kiss those hands, to pour out our feelings and our homage.""What do you mean by healed? But she is still lying down in her chair.""But her night fevers have entirely ceased ever since Thursday,"said the lady with nervous haste."And that's not all.Her legs are stronger.This mourning she got up well; she had slept all night.Look at her rosy cheeks, her bright eyes! She used to be always crying, but now she laughs and is gay and happy.This morning she insisted on my letting her stand up, and she stood up for a whole minute without any support.She wagers that in a fortnight she'll be dancing a quadrille.I've called in Doctor Herzenstube.He shrugged his shoulders and said, 'I am amazed; I can make nothing of it.' And would you have us not come here to disturb you, not fly here to thank you?
Lise, thank him- thank him!"
Lise's pretty little laughing face became suddenly serious.She rose in her chair as far as she could and, looking at the elder, clasped her hands before him, but could not restrain herself and broke into laughter.
"It's at him," she said, pointing to Alyosha, with childish vexation at herself for not being able to repress her mirth.
If anyone had looked at Alyosha standing a step behind the elder, he would have caught a quick flush crimsoning his cheeks in an instant.His eyes shone and he looked down.
"She has a message for you, Alexey Fyodorovitch.How are you?" the mother went on, holding out her exquisitely gloved hand to Alyosha.
The elder turned round and all at once looked attentively at Alyosha.The latter went nearer to Lise and, smiling in a strangely awkward way, held out his hand to her too.Lise assumed an important air.
"Katerina Ivanovna has sent you this through me." She handed him a little note."She particularly begs you to go and see her as soon as possible; that you will not fail her, but will be sure to come.""She asks me to go and see her? Me? What for?" Alyosha muttered in great astonishment.His face at once looked anxious.
"Oh, it's all to do with Dmitri Fyodorovitch and- what has happened lately," the mother explained hurriedly."Katerina Ivanovna has made up her mind, but she must see you about it....Why, of course, I can't say.But she wants to see you at once.And you will go to her, of course.It is a Christian duty.""I have only seen her once," Alyosha protested with the same perplexity.
"Oh, she is such a lofty, incomparable creature If only for her suffering....Think what she has gone through, what she is enduring now Think what awaits her! It's all terrible, terrible!
"Very well, I will come," Alyosha decided, after rapidly scanning the brief, enigmatic note, which consisted of an urgent entreaty that he would come, without any sort of explanation.
"Oh, how sweet and generous that would be of you" cried Lise with sudden animation."I told mamma you'd be sure not to go.I said you were saving your soul.How splendid you are I've always thought you were splendid.How glad I am to tell you so!""Lise!" said her mother impressively, though she smiled after she had said it.
"You have quite forgotten us, Alexey Fyodorovitch," she said; "you never come to see us.Yet Lise has told me twice that she is never happy except with you."Alyosha raised his downcast eyes and again flushed, and again smiled without knowing why.But the elder was no longer watching him.He had begun talking to a monk who, as mentioned before, had been awaiting his entrance by Lise's chair.He was evidently a monk of the humblest, that is of the peasant, class, of a narrow outlook, but a true believer, and, in his own way, a stubborn one.He announced that he had come from the far north, from Obdorsk, from Saint Sylvester, and was a member of a poor monastery, consisting of only ten monks.The elder gave him his blessing and invited him to come to his cell whenever he liked.
"How can you presume to do such deeds?" the monk asked suddenly, pointing solemnly and significantly at Lise.He was referring to her "healing.""It's too early, of course, to speak of that.Relief is not complete cure, and may proceed from different causes.But if there has been any healing, it is by no power but God's will.It's all from God.
Visit me, Father," he added to the monk."It's not often I can see visitors.I am ill, and I know that my days are numbered.""Oh, no, no! God will not take you from us.You will live a long, long time yet," cried the lady."And in what way are you ill?
You look so well, so gay and happy."
