LVOFF. I am a doctor, and as such I demand that you change your conduct toward your wife; it is killing her. IVANOFF. What shall I do? Tell me! If you understand me so much better than I understand myself, for heaven's sake tell me exactly what to do! LVOFF. In the first place, don't be so unguarded in your behaviour. IVANOFF. Heaven help me, do you mean to say that you understand yourself? [He drinks some water] Now go away; I am guilty a thousand times over; I shall answer for my sins before God; but nothing has given you the right to torture me daily as you do. LVOFF. Who has given you the right to insult my sense of honour? You have maddened and poisoned my soul. Before I came to this place I knew that stupid, crazy, deluded people existed, but I never imagined that any one could be so criminal as to turn his mind deliberately in the direction of wickedness. I loved and esteemed humanity then, but since I have known you-- IVANOFF. I have heard all that before. LVOFF. You have, have you? He goes out, shrugging his shoulders. He sees SASHA, who comes in at this moment dressed for riding. LVOFF. Now, however, I hope that we can understand one another! IVANOFF. [Startled] Oh, Sasha, is that you? SASHA. Yes, it is I. How are you? You didn't expect me, did you? Why haven't you been to see us? IVANOFF. Sasha, this is really imprudent of you! Your coming will have a terrible effect on my wife! SASHA. She won't see me; I came in by the back entrance; I shall go in a minute. I am so anxious about you. Tell me, are you well? Why haven't you been to see us for such a long time? IVANOFF. My wife is offended already, and almost dying, and now you come here; Sasha, Sasha, this is thoughtless and unkind of you. SASHA. How could I help coming? It is two weeks since you were at our house, and you have not answered my letters. I imagined you suffering dreadfully, or ill, or dead. I have not slept for nights. I am going now, but first tell me that you are well. IVANOFF. No, I am not well. I am a torment to myself, and every one torments me without end. I can't stand it! And now you come here. How morbid and unnatural it all is, Sasha. I am terribly guilty. SASHA. What dreadful, pitiful speeches you make! So you are guilty, are you? Tell me, then, what is it you have done? IVANOFF I don't know; I don't know! SASHA. That is no answer. Every sinner should know what he is guilty of. Perhaps you have been forging money? IVANOFF. That is stupid. SASHA. Or are you guilty because you no longer love your wife? Perhaps you are, but no one is master of his feelings, and you did not mean to stop loving her. Do you feel guilty because she saw me telling you that I love you? No, that cannot be, because you did not want her to see it-- IVANOFF. [Interrupting her] And so on, and so on! First you say I love, and then you say I don't; that I am not master of my feelings. All these are commonplace, worn-out sentiments, with which you cannot help me.