VARVARA. Why, you know, what's the use of telling his name?
KATERINA. No, tell it! Tell his name!
VARVARA. Boris Grigoritch.
KATERINA. Yes, yes, Varia! Only mind, Varia, for pity's sake....
VARVARA. What nonsense! You'd better mind, and not betray yourself in any way.
KATERINA. I can't deceive, I don't know how to conceal anything.
VARVARA. But there's no doing without deceit; think where you're living! Our whole house rests on it! I wasn't fond of lying either, but I learnt the trick, when I had to. I was out walking yesterday, and so I saw him and had a few minutes talk with him.
KATERINA (after a short silence, looking down). Well?
VARVARA. He sent greetings to you. He was sorry, he said, that he never meets you.
KATERINA (her head still more bent down). As if we could meet! And what would be the use....