SAVVA
I'm sick of hearing you repeat that. Let's go.
LIPA
Savva; dear, darling Savva—No? Very well, you won't listen to me? Very well. You'll see, Savva, you'll see. You ought to have your hands and feet tied. And you will be bound, too. There are people who will do it. Oh, God! What does this mean? Stay! Stay! Savva!
SAVVA (going)
All right, all right.
LIPA (shouting)
I'll denounce you. Murderer! Ruffian! I'll denounce you.
SAVVA (turning round)
Oho! You had better be more careful. (Puts his hand on her shoulder and looks into her eyes) You had better be more careful, I say.
LIPA
You—(For about three seconds there is a struggle between the two pairs of eyes, after which Lipa turns aside, biting her lips) I am not afraid of you.