Lisa. Yes, yes.
Anna Pávlovna. Let that reptile into the house again!
Lisa. Please don't talk like that. He's my husband.
Anna Pávlovna. Was your husband.
Lisa. No. He's still my husband.
Anna Pávlovna. Spendthrift. Drunkard. Reprobate. And you'll not part from him!
Lisa. Oh, Mother, why do you keep on hurting me! You seem to enjoy it.
Anna Pávlovna. Hurt you, do I? Enjoy it, do I? Very well, then, if that's the case, I'd better go.
[Pause.
I see I'm in your way. You want me to go. Well, all I can say is I can't make you out. I suppose you're being "modern" and all that. But to me, it's just plain disgusting. First, you make up your mind to separate from your husband, and then you up and send for another man who's in love with you—