KATERINA.
Oh, yes, I do! I'm dreadfully sorry for him.

VARVARA.
Oh, no, you don't. If you're sorry for him you don't love him. And indeed
you've no great reason to, I must own. And it's no good your being so
close with me! I noticed a long while ago, that you were fond of some one.

KATERINA (_with dismay_).
How did you notice it?

VARVARA.
How absurd you are! I'm not a baby! Well, I'll tell you the first sign I
knew by; directly you see him, your whole face is transformed. (_Katerina
drops her eyes._) And that's not all....

KATERINA (_still looking down_).
Well, whom then?

VARVARA.
Why, you know, what's the use of telling his name?

KATERINA.
No, tell it! Tell his name!

VARVARA.
Boris Grigoritch.

KATERINA.