drinks.) No, it's better to have the tooth out in one pull. Didn't I
say that if I broke my word she was to leave me? Well, I've broken it,
and that's enough.

KARENIN. Yes. For you, but not for her.

FEDYA (down L. Politely insolent). You know ... it's rather odd, that
you, of all men, should take so much trouble to keep our marriage from
going to pieces.

KARENIN (revolted). Good God, Fedya! You don't think--

[MASHA crosses L., goes to FEDYA. FEDYA interrupting him with a
return of his former friendliness.

FEDYA. Come now, my dear Victor, you shall hear them sing.

MASHA (whispering to FEDYA). What's his name? We must honor him with a
song.

FEDYA (laughing). O good God, yes! Honor him by all means. His name is
Victor Michaelovitch. (Saluting Karenin.) Victor, my lord! son of
Michael!

[The gypsies sing a song of greeting and laudation. As they begin
to sing, MASHA and FEDYA sit on couch L.

(When song is finished.)

KARENIN (in an imploring tone). Fedya!