LISA. Mother, I beg you not to speak so of my husband!
ANNA PÁVLOVNA. He was your husband.
LISA. No, he is my husband still.
ANNA PÁVLOVNA. A spendthrift, a drunkard, a rake … and you can't part from him?
LISA. Why do you torment me! You seem to want to do it.… It's hard enough for me without that.
ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I torment you! Well then, I'll go. I can't stand by and see it.…
Lisa is silent.
ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I see! That's just what you want—I'm in your way.… I can't live so. I can't make you out at all! It's all so new-fangled—first you make up your mind to separate, then you suddenly send for a man who is in love with you …
LISA. Nothing of the kind.
ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Karénin proposed to you … and you send him to fetch your husband! Why? To arouse jealousy?