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?
Leoníd Fyódoritch. Why, the two knocks. It is an affirmative answer; else all would have been silence.
[Silence. Suppressed giggling in the young people's corner. TÁNYA throws a lampshade, pencil and penwiper upon the table.