BORIS. But perhaps this will pass off.
VARVARA. I doubt it. She daren't raise her eyes to her husband. Mamma's begun to notice it, and she follows her about and keeps a suspicious eye upon her. She looks daggers at her; and that makes her worse than ever. It makes one wretched to see her. And I'm afraid too.
BORIS. What are you afraid of?
VARVARA. You don't know her. She's a strange creature. One never knows what to expect from her! She will do things ...
BORIS. My God! What's to be done? You must talk to her thoroughly. Can't you manage to soothe her?
VARVARA. I've tried. She doesn't even hear. Better leave her alone.
BORIS. Well, what do you suppose she may do?
VARVARA. Why, simply this: fling herself down at her husband's feet, and tell him everything. That's what I'm afraid of.
BORIS (with horror). Could she possibly!
VARVARA. She may do anything.