KARÉNIN. I will do all in my power! [Bows, and exit]. LISA. I can't, I can't! Anything rather than ... I can't! Enter Sásha. SÁSHA. Well, have you sent? Lisa nods affirmatively. SÁSHA. And he agreed? LISA. Of course. SÁSHA. But why just _him_? I don't understand. LISA. But who else? SÁSHA. Don't you know he is in love with you? LISA. That's dead and gone. Whom would you have had me send?... Do you think he _will_ come back? SÁSHA. I am sure of it, because ... Enter Anna Pávlovna. Sásha is silent. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. And where is Victor Miháylovich? LISA. He's gone. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Gone! How's that? LISA. I asked him to do something for me. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. "Do something?" Another secret! LISA. It's not a secret. I simply asked him to give a letter into Fédya's own hands. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Fédya? What--to Theodore Vasílyevich? LISA. Yes, to Fédya. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I thought all relations between you were over! LISA. I can't part from him. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What? Are you going to begin all over again? LISA. I wanted to, and tried ... but I can't! Anything you like--only I can't part from him! ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Then do you want to have him back again? LISA. Yes. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. To let that skunk into the house again? LISA. Mother, I beg you not to speak so of my husband! ANNA PÁVLOVNA. He _was_ your husband. LISA. No, he is my husband still. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. A spendthrift, a drunkard, a rake ... and you can't part from him? LISA. Why do you torment me! You seem to want to do it.... It's hard enough for me without that. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I torment you! Well then, I'll go. I can't stand by and see it.... Lisa is silent. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I see! That's just what you want--I'm in your way.... I can't live so. I can't make you out at all! It's all so new-fangled--first you make up your mind to separate, then you suddenly send for a man who is in love with you ... LISA. Nothing of the kind. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Karénin proposed to you ... and you send him to fetch your husband! Why? To arouse jealousy? LISA. Mother, what you are saying is terrible! Leave me alone! ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Very well! Turn your mother out of the house, and let in your rake of a husband!... Yes, I will not remain here! Good-bye, then--I leave you to your fate; you can do as you please! [Exit slamming door]. LISA [drops into a chair] That's the last straw! SÁSHA. Never mind.... It will be all right; we'll soon pacify Mother. ANNA PÁVLOVNA [passing through] Dounyásha! My trunk! SÁSHA. Mother, listen!... [follows her out with a significant glance to Lisa]. Curtain. SCENE 2 A room in the gipsies' house. The choir is singing "Kanavela." Fédya in his shirt-sleeves is lying prone on the sofa. Afrémov sits astride a chair in front of the leader of the choir. An officer sits at a table, on which are bottles of champagne and glasses. A musician is taking notes. AFRÉMOV. Fédya, are you asleep?