PIKE
You came for your answer. Here it is.
[Calls sharply.]
Ivanoff!
[IVANOFF appears in the doorway on the right. He advances, lifts both [pg 147] clinched fists above MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY'S head.]
[MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY, with a shuddering cry, falls on her knees in an attitude of fright and abasement.]
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY
Ivan!—oh, Mother of God!—Ivan! Don't kill me—
[IVANOFF shudders with weakness, trembles violently, collapses into chair, she still at his feet. IVANOFF sobbing.]
HORACE