Grossman. I saw phosphorescent light, and objects changed their places, but I saw nothing more than that.
Fat Lady. Don't tell me! You don't mean it! It is simply that you scientists of Charcot's school do not believe in a life beyond the grave! As for me, no one could now make me disbelieve in a future life—no one in the world!
[GROSSMAN moves away from her.
Fat Lady. No, no, whatever you may say, this is one of the happiest moments of my life! When I heard Sarasate play, and now.... Yes! (No one listens to her. She goes up to SIMON.) Now tell me, my friend, what did you feel? Was it very trying?
Simon (laughs). Yes, ma'm, just so.
Fat Lady. Still not unendurable?
Simon. Just so, ma'm. (To LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH.) Am I to go?
Leoníd Fyódoritch. Yes, you may go.
Doctor (to the PROFESSOR). The pulse is the same, but the temperature is lower.
Professor. Lower! (Considers awhile, then suddenly divines the conclusion.) It had to be so—it had to descend! The dual influence crossing had to produce some kind of reflex action. Yes, that's it!