"Until you know what?" said Engelhardt, who did not like being interrupted.
"Who it's all about—who she is!" cried Naomi, inquisitively.
"Who—she—is," repeated the piano-tuner, talking aloud to himself.
"Yes, exactly; who is she?"
"As if it mattered!" Engelhardt went on in the same aside. "However, who do you say she is?"
"I? She may be his grandmother for all I know. I'm asking you."
"I know you are. I was prepared for you to ask me anything else."
"Were you? Then why is she such an obstinate old party, anyway? She won't hear and she won't know. What will she do? Now it seems that you can't even make her cry! 'She will not weep' was where you'd got to. As you seem unable to answer my questions, you'd better go on till she does."
"I'm so likely to go on," said Engelhardt, getting up.