No, stay, Mr. Speransky. Please stay, I beg you.
If you don’t go at once, I’ll throw you out of the window. Well?
Excuse me, I never had the faintest idea—I was here with Mr. Anthony Tropinin. I am going instantly. Where is my hat? I put it here somewhere—
There’s your hat. (Throws it to him)
Stay here awhile longer, Mr. Speransky. Sit down.
No, it’s late. I must go to bed. Good night, Miss Olympiada. Good night, Mr. Tropinin. Your brother is asleep already, I believe. You ought to take him to bed. I’m going, I’m going. (Exit)
SAVVA (speaking in a quiet, calm tone; his movements are heavy and slow, as if his body had suddenly stiffened) You know it?
You know all?
Did the monk tell you?
LIPA (drawing back a little, and raising her hand for protection)-Well, nothing will happen. There’ll be no blowing up. You understand, Savva, there’ll be no explosion.
[Pause. Footsteps are heard in the street, and indistinct talking. Savva turns around. Stooping more than usually, he takes a turn around the room with peculiar slowness.
Then you had better believe me, brother. Believe me.
Why that was—I don’t know what it was—it was a piece of madness. Think it over.
Is it really true?
Yes, it’s true. It’s all over. You can’t help it any more. There is nothing for you to do.
Tell me how it happened. (Sits down deliberately, his eyes fixed on Lipa)
I guessed a little something long ago—that day when you spoke to me—only I didn’t know exactly what it was. And I saw the little machine too. I have another key to the trunk.