you. All of a sudden you blab out words that don't
make the least sense. The worst you'd get would be a
flogging; but it means ruination to the husband.-- Say,
my dear, you are as familiar with him as if he were another
Bobchinsky.

ANNA. Leave that to us. Don't bother about that.
[Glancing at Marya.] We know a thing or two in that
line.

GOVERNOR [to himself]. Oh, what's the good of talking
to you! Confound it all! I can't get over my fright
yet. [Opens the door and calls.] Mishka, tell the
sergeants, Svistunov and Derzhimorda, to come here.
They are near the gate. [After a pause of silence.]
The world has turned into a queer place. If at least the
people were visible so you could see them; but they are
such a skinny, thin race. How in the world could you
tell what he is? After all you can tell a military man;
but when he wears a frock-coat, it's like a fly with clipped
wings. He kept it up a long time in the inn, got off a
lot of allegories and ambiguities so that you couldn't
make out head or tail. Now he's shown himself up at
last.-- Spouted even more than necessary. It's evident
that he's a young man.



SCENE X