Leoníd Fyódoritch. So that's it!
Tánya. I open my heart to you as to a father! I have no one to advise me, being an orphan.
Leoníd Fyódoritch. Well, and why not? He seems a nice lad.
Tánya. Yes, that's true. He would be all right; there is only one thing I have my doubts about. It's something about him that I have noticed and can't make out ... perhaps it is something bad.
Leoníd Fyódoritch. What is it? Does he drink?
Tánya. God forbid! But since I know that there is such a thing as spiritalism....
Leoníd Fyódoritch. Ah, you know that?
Tánya. Of course! I understand it very well. Some, of course, through ignorance, don't understand it.
Leoníd Fyódoritch. Well, what then?
Tánya. I am very much afraid for Simon. It does happen to him.