VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. No. I can't say—Betsy is a man, épatant. I should have to say young woman; it's a parallel case. Eh, what? Márya Konstantínovna, isn't it true? Good, eh? [Laughs loudly].
MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. Well, let us go. [Exeunt Márya Konstantínovna, Betsy, Petrístchef, and Vasíly Leoníditch].
FAT LADY [to Grossman] Well? how are you? Have you rested? [Grossman does not answer. To Sahátof] And you, Mr. Sahátof, did you feel the effluence?
SAHÁTOF. I felt nothing. Yes, it was very fine—very fine. Quite a success!
BARONESS. Admirable! Ça ne le fait pas souffrir?[9]
LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Pas le moins du monde.
PROFESSOR [to Grossman] May I trouble you? [Hands him a thermometer] At the beginning of the experiment it was 37 decimal 2, degrees.[10] [To Doctor] That's right, I think? Would you mind feeling his pulse? Some loss is inevitable.
DOCTOR [to Grossman] Now then, sir, let's have your hand; we'll see, we'll see. [Takes out his watch, and feels Grossman's pulse].
FAT LADY [to Grossman] One moment! The condition you were in could not be called sleep?
GROSSMAN [wearily] It was hypnosis.