KUDRIASH. You don't mean to say you're in love with a married woman?
BORIS. She is married, Kudriash.
KUDRIASH. Ah, Boris Grigoritch, you must drop that!
BORIS. It's easy to say drop it! I daresay it's all the same to you, you'll throw up one and pick up another easily enough! But I can't do like that! If once I love ...
KUDRIASH. That's as much as to say you're ready to ruin the poor thing completely, Boris Grigoritch!
BORIS. God forbid! God forbid! No, Kudriash, how can you! I ready to ruin her! I only want to see her, to speak to her, I ask for nothing more.
KUDRIASH. You can't answer for yourself like that, sir! And just think what sort of people you have to deal with here. You know them yourself. They'd be the death of her, they'd torment her into the grave.
BORIS. Ah, don't say that, Kudriash, please don't frighten me!
KUDRIASH. But does she care for you?
BORIS. I don't know.