IVÁN PETRÓVICH. No, I am the public, and this ignoramus--this Cerberus--won't let me in! YOUNG LAWYER. But this door is not for the public. IVÁN PETRÓVICH. I know, but I am a man who should be admitted. YOUNG LAWYER. Wait a bit--they'll adjourn in a minute. [Is just going, when he meets Prince Abrézkov]. PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. May I ask how the case stands? YOUNG LAWYER. The Counsel are speaking--Petrúshin is addressing the Court. Applause from within. PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. And how do the defendants bear their position? YOUNG LAWYER. With great dignity, especially Karénin and Elisabeth Andréyevna. It is as if not they were being indicted, but they were indicting society! That's what is felt, and on that Petrúshin is working. PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. Well, and Protásov? YOUNG LAWYER. He is terribly excited. He trembles all over; but that is natural, considering the life he leads. He is particularly irritable, and interrupted the Public Prosecutor and Counsel several times ... PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. What do you think the result will be? YOUNG LAWYER. It is hard to say. In any case they won't be found guilty of premeditation; but still ... [A gentleman comes out, and Prince Abrézkov moves towards the door] You wish to go in? PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. I should like to. YOUNG LAWYER. You are Prince Abrézkov? PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. I am. YOUNG LAWYER [to Usher] Let this gentleman pass. There is an empty chair just to the left. Usher lets Prince Abrézkov pass. As the door opens, Counsel is seen speaking. IVÁN PETRÓVICH. Aristocrats! I am an aristocrat of the soul, and that is higher! YOUNG LAWYER. Well, excuse me ... [Exit]. Petushkóv enters hurriedly, and approaches Iván Petróvich. PETUSHKÓV. Ah, how are you, Iván Petróvich? How are things going? IVÁN PETRÓVICH. Counsel are still speaking, but this fellow won't let me in. USHER. Don't make a noise here! This is not a public-house! Applause. The doors open. Lawyers, and the public--men and women--come out. A LADY. Splendid! He really moved me to tears. OFFICER. It's better than any novel. Only I don't understand how she could love him so. Dreadful object! The other door opens. The accused come out: first Lisa, then Karénin. They pass along the corridor. Fédya follows alone. LADY. Hush--here he is! Look how excited he seems! Lady and Officer pass on. FÉDYA [approaches Iván Petróvich] Have you brought it? IVÁN PETRÓVICH. Here it is. [Hands Fédya something]. FÉDYA [Hides it in his pocket, and wishes to pass out, but sees Petushkóv] Stupid! Vile! Dreary, dreary! Senseless. [Wishes to pass]. Enter Counsel Petrúshin; stout, red, and animated. He approaches Fédya. PETRÚSHIN. Well, friend! Our affairs are going well--only don't you go and spoil things for me in your last speech! FÉDYA. I won't speak. What is the use? I shan't do it.