IVÁN PETRÓVICH. There now! And the revolver? I'll take it.
MÁSHA. Take it; take it! We're off.
Curtain.
Scene 2
The Protásovs' drawing-room.
KARÉNIN. He promised so definitely, that I am sure he will keep his word.
LISA. I am ashamed to say it, but I must confess that what I heard about that gipsy girl makes me feel quite free. Don't think it is jealousy; it isn't, but you know—it sets me free. I hardly know how to tell you.…
KARÉNIN. You don't know how to tell me … Why?
LISA [smiling] Never mind! Only let me explain what I feel. The chief thing that tormented me was, that I felt I loved two men; and that meant that I was an immoral woman.
KARÉNIN. You immoral?