KUDRIASH. Have you ever met then?
BORIS. I have only once been in their house with my uncle. And I see her in church, and pass her sometimes on the parade. Ah, Kudriash, how she prays, if you could see her! the angelic smile on her face! her face seems to shed light.
KUDRIASH. Oh, then it's the young wife of Kabanov.
BORIS. Yes, Kudriash.
KUDRIASH. Oh, so that's it! Well, I humbly congratulate you!
BORIS. What for?
KUDRIASH. Well, things look promising for you, since she's sent you word to come here.
BORIS. Can it be she sent word?
KUDRIASH. Why, who else could it be?
BORIS. No, you're making fun of me! It can't be so. (Clutches his head.)