ANNA PAVLOVNA. Spendthrift. Drunkard. Reprobate. And you'll not part
from him!

LISA. Oh, Mother, why do you keep on hurting me! You seem to enjoy it.

ANNA PAVLOVNA. Hurt you, do I? Enjoy it, do I? Very well, then, if
that's the case, I'd better go.

[Pause.

I see I'm in your way. You want me to go. Well, all I can say is I
can't make you out. I suppose you're being "modern" and all that. But
to me, it's just plain disgusting. First, you make up your mind to
separate from your husband, and then you up and send for another man
who's in love with you--

LISA. Mother, he's not.

ANNA PAVLOVNA. You know Karenin proposed to you, and he's the man you
pick out to bring back your husband. I suppose you do it just to make
him jealous.

LISA. Oh, Mother, stop it. Leave me alone.

ANNA PAVLOVNA. That's right. Send off your mother. Open the door to
that awful husband. Well, I can't stand by and see you do it. I'll go.
I'm going. And God be with you and your extraordinary ways.

[Exit L. U. with suppressed rage.