BABÁYEV. With which you tied my hands.
TATYÁNA. [Embarrassed] Well, what of that? Yes, I remember absolutely everything.
BABÁYEV. Just that you, my precious, are now entirely different; you have met me so coldly.
TATYÁNA. Ah, Valentin Pávlich! Then I was a girl and could love any one I wished; now I am married. Just think!
BABÁYEV. Why, certainly. Yet I can't imagine you belonging to any one else. Do what you will, I can hardly control my desire to call you Tánya, as I used to.
TATYÁNA. Why control yourself? Call me Tánya.
BABÁYEV. But what's the use, my dear! You don't love me any more!
TATYÁNA. Who told you that? I love you as much, even more than before.
BABÁYEV. [Bending towards her] Is it possible, Tanechka, that that is the truth?
TATYÁNA. [Kissing him] Well, here's my evidence! Now do you believe? But, darling Valentin Pávlich, if you don't wish me unhappiness for the rest of my life, we must love one another as we are doing now; but you mustn't think of more than that. Otherwise, good-by to you—away from temptation!