ANNA PAVLOVNA. How can one love a rag torn by every wind? Their
affairs were in dreadful shape; their estate mortgaged; no money
anywhere. Finally his uncle sends them two thousand rubles to pay the
interest on the estate. He takes it, disappears, leaves Lisa home and
the baby sick--when suddenly she gets a note asking her to send him
his linen.

KARENIN. I know.

[Enter LISA R.I. KARENIN crosses to LISA.

I'm sorry to have been a little detained.

[Shakes hands with LISA.

LISA. Oh, thank you so much for coming. I have a great favor to ask of
you. Something I couldn't ask of anybody else.

KARENIN. I'll do everything I can.

[LISA moves away a few steps down R.

LISA. You know all about this.

[Sits chair R.

KARENIN. Yes, I know.

ANNA PAVLOVNA. Well, I think I'll leave you two young people to