After this scene Kostromsky was recalled, but he heard, much louder than his own name, the shouts from the gallery, full with students, for Yureva, who, however, refused to appear.
VI
The strolling players were playing “The Murder of Gonzago.” Kostromsky was half sitting, half lying on the floor opposite to the court, his head on Ophelia’s knees. Suddenly he turned his face upward to her, and giving forth an overwhelming odour of spirit, whispered in drunken tones:
“Listen, madam. What’s your name? Listen!”
She bent down a little towards him, and said in an answering whisper:
“What is it?”
“What pretty feet you have!” said he. “Listen! You must be pretty ... everywhere.”
Yureva turned away her face in silence.
“I mean it, by heaven!” Kostromsky went on, nothing daunted. “No doubt you have a lover here, haven’t you?”
She made no reply.