Professor. That often happens. These jokes and ridicule are quite usual occurrences. I expect he is still here. But we may ask. Leoníd Fyódoritch, will you?
Leoníd Fyódoritch. No, you, if you please. This has upset me. So unpleasant! Such want of tact!...
Professor. Very well.... Nicholas, are you here?
[TÁNYA raps twice and rings. SIMON roars, spreads his arms out, seizes SAHÁTOF and the PROFESSOR—squeezing them.
Professor. What an unexpected phenomenon! The medium himself reacted upon! This never happened before! Leoníd Fyódoritch, will you watch? It is difficult for me to do so. He squeezes me so! Mind you observe Grossman! This needs the very greatest attention!
[TÁNYA throws the PEASANTS' paper on the table.
Leoníd Fyódoritch. Something has fallen upon the table.
Professor. See what it is!
Leoníd Fyódoritch. Paper! A folded paper!
[TÁNYA throws a travelling inkstand on the table.