Leoníd Fyódoritch. A thread! A thread! We have been witnessing manifestations more important than a thread.
Sahátof. I don't know. At all events, je réserve mon opinion.
Fat Lady (to SAHÁTOF). Oh, no, how can you say: "je réserve mon opinion"? And the infant with the little wings? Didn't you see? At first I thought it was only an illusion, but afterwards it became clearer and clearer, like a live....
Sahátof. I can only speak of what I have seen. I did not see that—nothing of the kind.
Fat Lady. You don't mean to say so? Why, it was quite plainly visible! And to the left there was a monk clothed in black bending over it....
Sahátof (moves away. Aside). What exaggeration!
Fat Lady (addressing the DOCTOR). You must have seen it! It rose up from your side.
[DOCTOR goes on counting the pulse without heeding her.
Fat Lady (to GROSSMAN). And that light, the light around it, especially around its little face! And the expression so mild and tender, something so heavenly!
[Smiles tenderly herself.