Mrs. K. But poor Katya! Consider her. Consider me.
Guy. In what way?
Mrs. K. You—you know perfectly well what I mean. If I could only be the grandmother of one child—well, that would be something, wouldn’t it?
Guy. It would be a great deal.
Mrs. K. For my part, I had four brothers and three sisters. My grandmother had seventy-three grandchildren.
Guy. Yes, people were very thorough half a century ago. Quite like the Old Testament.
Mrs. K. But you will promise, won’t you?
Guy. Do you know, mamma, you have the manner of being most direct and open, but as a matter of fact you are speaking in riddles. Now, tell me—what is it you want me to promise you?
Mrs. K. I don’t quite know.
Guy. I thought you didn’t.