Karénin. Yes. For you, but not for her.
Fédya (down L. Politely insolent). You know ... it's rather odd, that you, of all men, should take so much trouble to keep our marriage from going to pieces.
Karénin (revolted). Good God, Fédya! You don't think—
[MASHA crosses L., goes to FÉDYA. FÉDYA interrupting him with a return of his former friendliness.
Fédya. Come now, my dear Victor, you shall hear them sing.
Masha (whispering to Fédya). What's his name? We must honor him with a song.
Fédya (laughing). O good God, yes! Honor him by all means. His name is Victor Michaelovitch. (Saluting Karénin.) Victor, my lord! son of Michael!
[The gypsies sing a song of greeting and laudation. As they begin to sing, MASHA and FÉDYA sit on couch L.
(When song is finished.)
Karénin (in an imploring tone). Fédya!