"Where is she, then—your lady?"
"You want to know that? What is it to you?"
"I must own, I am still...."
"Tfoo! Mercy on us! Why, you have no sense of decency, none at all. Well, my lady has friends here, on the third storey looking into the street. Why, do you want me to tell you their names?"
"My goodness, I have friends too, who live on the third storey, and their windows look on to the street.... General...."
"General!"
"A general. If you like I will tell you what general: well, then ... General Polovitsyn."
"You don't say so! No, that is not the same! (Oh, damnation, damnation!)."
"Not the same?"
"No, not the same."