LUKÉRYA. What did he say to you when you were left alone yesterday?
TATYÁNA. He scolded and abused, got all wrought up, and wept himself; what didn't he do! "For all my love for you," he said, "I ask you only one thing in return: soothe me, give me back my peace of mind, because I am jealous."
LUKÉRYA. What an affliction!
TATYÁNA. He said he wasn't jealous of any one but this gentleman.
LUKÉRYA. The idea of his being jealous of every one! That would be a great idea!
TATYÁNA. "When that man leaves," he said, "then you may do anything you like, and go anywhere, but because you didn't heed my command, don't dare cross the threshold until he has left the city for good."
LUKÉRYA. What did you say to that?
TATYÁNA. He kept shouting but I kept still through it all; but it hurts me because he lords it over me so. At first he was sly as a fox, but now he has started to order me about, and talk to me in his vulgar, peasant's way. He doesn't care that he has insulted me, but I've been crying all day. I couldn't love him if he killed me. If he gave me freedom, then I might have some affection for him; but now I'll do everything he doesn't want me to, just for meanness; even if I had wronged him, I wouldn't regret it. I must get even with him some way. I can't fight with him; I haven't the strength for that.
LUKÉRYA. Certainly. He ought to be satisfied that you married him; and now he's got the notion of watching your deportment.
TATYÁNA. Since yesterday I've begun to fear him so. You won't believe me; why, I shudder when he looks at me.