SERGIUS.
(laughing). Very well. (He goes in. Raina watches him until he is out of her sight. Then, with a perceptible relaxation of manner, she begins to pace up and down about the garden in a brown study.)
CATHERINE.
Imagine their meeting that Swiss and hearing the whole story! The very first thing your father asked for was the old coat we sent him off in. A nice mess you have got us into!
RAINA.
(gazing thoughtfully at the gravel as she walks). The little beast!
CATHERINE.
Little beast! What little beast?
RAINA.
To go and tell! Oh, if I had him here, I’d stuff him with chocolate creams till he couldn’t ever speak again!
CATHERINE.
Don’t talk nonsense. Tell me the truth, Raina. How long was he in your room before you came to me?
RAINA.
(whisking round and recommencing her march in the opposite direction). Oh, I forget.
CATHERINE.
You cannot forget! Did he really climb up after the soldiers were gone, or was he there when that officer searched the room?
RAINA.
No. Yes, I think he must have been there then.
CATHERINE.
You think! Oh, Raina, Raina! Will anything ever make you straightforward? If Sergius finds out, it is all over between you.