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"But ?" Janet found words inadequate. Lise understood her. "Oh, I'm due at the doctor's this afternoon." "Where?" "The doctor's. Don't you get me? it's a private hospital." Lise gave a slight shudder at the word, but instantly recovered her sang-froid. "Howard fixed it up yesterday and they say it ain't very bad if you take it early." For a space Janet was too profoundly shocked to reply. "Lise!
She hastened her steps. It was wicked, what she was doing, but she gloried in it; and even the sight, in burning red letters, of Gruber's Cafe failed to bring on a revulsion by its association with her sister Lise. The fact that Lise had got drunk there meant nothing to her now.
Yet she rejoiced in them, she was glad she had hurt Ditmar, she would hurt him again. Still palpitating, she reached the house in Fillmore Street, halting a moment with her hand on the door, knowing her face was flushed, anxious lest her mother or Lise might notice something unusual in her manner.
The change effected, Janet went homeward swiftly, to encounter, on the corner of Faber Street, her sister Lise, whose attention was immediately attracted by the bundle. "What have you got there, angel face?" she demanded. "A new suit," said Janet. "You don't tell me where'd you get it? at the Paris?" "No, at Dowling's." "Say, I'll bet it was that plain blue thing marked down to twenty!"
She was not lacking in imagination of a certain sort, and Janet's remark did not fail in its purpose of summoning up a somewhat abject image of herself in wet velvet and bedraggled feathers an image suggestive of a certain hunted type of woman Lise and her kind held in peculiar horror.
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.
This enlightenment as to Lise's condition and the possibility it suggested in regard to herself brought with it an overwhelming sympathy which at first she fiercely resented then yielded to. The bond between them, instead of snapping, had inexplicably strengthened. And Lise, despite her degradation, was more than ever her sister!
In the meantime, while Lise was in the bedroom adding these last touches, Edward would contemptibly continue the conversation, fingering the Evening Banner as it lay in his lap, while Mr. Wiley helped himself boldly to another doughnut, taking as Janet observed elaborate precautions to spill none of the crumbs on a brown suit, supposed to be the last creation in male attire.
She got up and closed the window, lit the gas, and returning to the bed, shook Lise again. "Listen," she said, "if you don't get up I'll tell mother what happened last night." "Say, you wouldn't !" exclaimed Lise, angrily. "Get up!" Janet commanded, and watched her rather anxiously, uncertain as to the after effects of drunkenness. But Lise got up.
"I tried I I couldn't." Hannah pushed back her chair. "I'll go to her, I'll make her come. She's disgraced us, but I'll make her. Where is she? Where is the house?" Janet, terrified, seized her mother's arm. Then she said: "Lise isn't there any more she's gone away." "Away and you let her go away? You let your sister go away and be a a woman of the town?
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