PROFESSOR. Undoubtedly,--loss of vital energy. FAT LADY. Yes, it's just as I say, one should not abuse that sort of thing. You know, a hypnotist once suggested to a friend of mine, Véra Kónshin (oh, you know her, of course)--well, he suggested that she should leave off smoking,--and her back began to ache! PROFESSOR [trying to have his say] The temperature and the pulse clearly indicate ... FAT LADY. One moment! Allow me! Well, I said to her: it's better to smoke than to suffer so with one's nerves. Of course, smoking is injurious; I should like to give it up myself, but, do what I will, I can't! Once I managed not to smoke for a fortnight, but could hold out no longer. PROFESSOR [again trying to speak] Clearly proves ... FAT LADY. Yes, no! Allow me, just one word! You say, "loss of strength." And I was also going to say that, when I travelled with post-horses ... the roads used to be dreadful in those days--you don't remember--but I have noticed that all our nervousness comes from railways! I, for instance, can't sleep while travelling; I cannot fall asleep to save my life! PROFESSOR [makes another attempt, which the Fat Lady baffles] The loss of strength ... SAHÁTOF [smiling] Yes; oh yes! Leoníd Fyódoritch rings. FAT LADY. I am awake one night, and another, and a third, and still I can't sleep! Enter Gregory. LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Please tell Theodore to get everything ready for the séance, and send Simon here--Simon, the butler's assistant,--do you hear? GREGORY. Yes, sir. [Exit]. PROFESSOR [to Sahátof]. The observation of the temperature and the pulse have shown loss of vital energy. The same will happen in consequence of the mediumistic phenomena. The law of the conservation of energy ... FAT LADY. Oh yes, yes; I was just going to say that I am very glad that a simple peasant turns out to be a medium. That's very good. I always did say that the Slavophils ... LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Let's go into the drawing-room in the meantime. FAT LADY. Allow me, just one word! The Slavophils are right; but I always told my husband that one ought never to exaggerate anything! "The golden mean," you know. What is the use of maintaining that the common people are all perfect, when I have myself seen ... LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Won't you come into the drawing-room? FAT LADY. A boy--that high--who drank! I gave him a scolding at once. And he was grateful to me afterwards. They are children, and, as I always say, children need both love and severity! Exeunt all, all talking together. Tánya enters from behind the hangings. TÁNYA. Oh, if it would only succeed! [Begins fastening some threads]. Enter Betsy hurriedly. BETSY. Isn't papa here? [Looks inquiringly at Tánya] What are you doing here? TÁNYA. Oh, Miss Elizabeth, I have only just come; I only wished ... only came in ... [Embarrassed].