Prince Sergius. What answer am I to take back?
Fédya (very nervous). Oh, tell them I'm quite at their disposal. (Walking up and down) They want to marry, and there mustn't be anything in their way (pause); is that it? (Stops walking very suddenly. Repeats.) There mustn't be anything in their way—is that it?
Prince Sergius (pause. FÉDYA sits on table L.). Yes. When do you—when do you think—you'll—you'll have it ready? The evidence?
Fédya (turns and looks at the Prince, suppressing a slight, strained smile). Will a fortnight do?
Prince Sergius (rising). Yes, I am sure it will. (Rises and crosses to FÉDYA.) May I say that you give them your word?
Fédya (with some impatience). Yes. Yes. (Prince offers his hand.) Good-bye, Prince Sergius. And again thanks.
[Exit PRINCE SERGIUS, R. I. FÉDYA sits down in an attitude of deep thought.
Why not? Why not? And it's good not to be ashamed——
[Lights dim and out.
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