LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. A Greek, Nicholas. It is his light. Don't you think so, Alexéy Vladímiritch?
SAHÁTOF. Who is this Greek, Nicholas?
PROFESSOR. A certain Greek, who was a monk at Constantinople under Constantine and who has been visiting us lately.
FAT LADY. Where is he? Where is he? I don't see him.
LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. He is not yet visible … Alexéy Vladímiritch, he is particularly well disposed towards you. You question him.
PROFESSOR [in a peculiar voice] Nicholas! Is that you?
Tánya raps twice on the wall.
LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH [joyfully] It is he! It is he!
FAT LADY. Oh dear! Oh! I shall go away!
SAHÁTOF. Why do you suppose it is he?