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"
Perhaps
he
really
does
n't
understand
me
!
They
do
say
that
you
are
a
--
you
know
what
!
She
loves
another
--
there
,
you
can
understand
that
much
!
Just
as
I
love
her
,
exactly
so
she
loves
another
man
.
And
that
other
man
is
--
do
you
know
who
?
It
's
you
.
There
--
you
did
n't
know
that
,
eh
?
"
"
I
?
"
"
You
,
you
!
She
has
loved
you
ever
since
that
day
,
her
birthday
!
Only
she
thinks
she
can
not
marry
you
,
because
it
would
be
the
ruin
of
you
.
'
Everybody
knows
what
sort
of
a
woman
I
am
,
'
she
says
.
She
told
me
all
this
herself
,
to
my
very
face
!
She
's
afraid
of
disgracing
and
ruining
you
,
she
says
,
but
it
does
n't
matter
about
me
.
She
can
marry
me
all
right
!
Notice
how
much
consideration
she
shows
for
me
!
"
"
But
why
did
she
run
away
to
me
,
and
then
again
from
me
to
--
"
"
From
you
to
me
?
Ha
,
ha
!
that
's
nothing
!
Why
,
she
always
acts
as
though
she
were
in
a
delirium
now-a-days
!
Either
she
says
,
'
Come
on
,
I
'll
marry
you
!
Let
's
have
the
wedding
quickly
!
'
and
fixes
the
day
,
and
seems
in
a
hurry
for
it
,
and
when
it
begins
to
come
near
she
feels
frightened
;
or
else
some
other
idea
gets
into
her
head
--
goodness
knows
!
you
've
seen
her
--
you
know
how
she
goes
on
--
laughing
and
crying
and
raving
!
There
's
nothing
extraordinary
about
her
having
run
away
from
you
!
She
ran
away
because
she
found
out
how
dearly
she
loved
you
.
She
could
not
bear
to
be
near
you
.
You
said
just
now
that
I
had
found
her
at
Moscow
,
when
she
ran
away
from
you
.
I
did
n't
do
anything
of
the
sort
;
she
came
to
me
herself
,
straight
from
you
.
'
Name
the
day
--
I
'm
ready
!
'
she
said
.
'
Let
's
have
some
champagne
,
and
go
and
hear
the
gipsies
sing
!
'
I
tell
you
she
'd
have
thrown
herself
into
the
water
long
ago
if
it
were
not
for
me
!
She
does
n't
do
it
because
I
am
,
perhaps
,
even
more
dreadful
to
her
than
the
water
!
She
's
marrying
me
out
of
spite
;
if
she
marries
me
,
I
tell
you
,
it
will
be
for
spite
!
"
"
But
how
do
you
,
how
can
you
--
"
began
the
prince
,
gazing
with
dread
and
horror
at
Rogojin
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
finish
your
sentence
?
Shall
I
tell
you
what
you
were
thinking
to
yourself
just
then
?
You
were
thinking
,
'
How
can
she
marry
him
after
this
?
How
can
it
possibly
be
permitted
?
'
Oh
,
I
know
what
you
were
thinking
about
!
"
"
I
did
n't
come
here
for
that
purpose
,
Parfen
.
That
was
not
in
my
mind
--
"
"
That
may
be
!
Perhaps
you
did
n't
come
with
the
idea
,
but
the
idea
is
certainly
there
now
!
Ha
,
ha
!
well
,
that
's
enough
!
What
are
you
upset
about
?
Did
n't
you
really
know
it
all
before
?
You
astonish
me
!
"
