Fat Lady. He took hold of my hair!
Leoníd Fyódoritch (whispers). Never mind, don't be afraid, give him your hand. His hand will be cold, but I like it.
Fat Lady (hides her hands). Not for the world!
Sahátof. Yes, it is strange, very strange!
Leoníd Fyódoritch. He is here and is seeking for intercourse. Who wishes to put a question to him?
Sahátof. I should like to put a question, if I may.
Professor. Please do.
Sahátof. Do I believe or not?
[TÁNYA knocks twice.
Professor. The answer is affirmative.