rigmarole, and I have to mend them. Lots of trouble with them. (Laughing.) And you? You are a spiritualist yourself, I think.
Sakhátov. I? No, I am not a spiritualist myself—Well, my respects to you! (Wants to go, but the doctor stops him.)
Doctor. No, I do not myself absolutely deny, when such a man as Krugosvyétlov takes part in it. How could I? A professor,—a European celebrity! There must be something in it. I should like to take a look at it, but I never have any time,—there is always something else to do.
Sakhátov. Yes, yes. My respects to you! (Walks away, with a light bow.)
Doctor (to Tánya). Is she up?
Tánya. In the chamber. If you please. (Sakhátov and the doctor go in different directions.)
Scene VIII. Messenger, Tánya, and Fédor Iványch (entering with a newspaper in his hands).
Fédor Iványch (to the messenger). What are you doing here?
Messenger. I am from Bourdier, with a dress and a note. I was told to wait.
Fédor Iványch Ah, from Bourdier! (To Tánya.) Who has come?
Tánya. Sergyéy Iványch Sakhátov, and the doctor. They stood here awhile talking all about the spirituality.
Fédor Iványch (correcting her). About spiritualism.
Tánya. That's what I say, about the spirituality. Did you hear, Fédor Iványch, how well it all went last time? (Laughing.) There were raps, and things flew about.
Fédor Iványch. How do you know?
Tánya. Lizavéta Leonídovna told me.
