FÉDYA. You say “No,” but you yourself know that it is “Yes”!
SÁSHA. I can only judge by myself. If I were in her place, and you answered as you are doing, it would be dreadful!
FÉDYA. Yes, for you … [Pause; both are agitated].
SÁSHA [rises] Must things really remain so?
FÉDYA. I suppose …
SÁSHA. Fédya come back!
FÉDYA. Thank you, Sásha dear! You will always remain a precious memory to me.… But good-bye, dear heart!… Let me kiss you. [Kisses her forehead].
SÁSHA [agitated] No, I don't say good-bye, and I don't believe, and won't believe … Fédya!
FÉDYA. Well then, listen! But give me your word that what I tell you, you won't repeat to anybody—do you promise?
SÁSHA. Of course!