ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Yes, I am sure of it.
LISA. How it all seemed insoluble at one time—and then everything suddenly came right.
ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. Well, Victor, did you get the wool?
KARÉNIN. Yes, I did. [Brings a bag, and takes out parcels]. Here is the wool, and this is the eau-de-Cologne; and here are letters—one “On Government Service” for you, Lisa [hands her a letter]. Well Anna Pávlovna, if you want to wash your hands I will show you your room. I must make myself tidy too; it is almost dinner time. Lisa, Anna Pávlovna's room is the corner one downstairs, isn't it?
Lisa is pale; holds the letter in trembling hands, and reads it.
KARÉNIN. What's the matter? Lisa, what is it?
LISA. He is alive!… Oh God! When will he release me! Victor, what does this mean? [Sobs].
KARÉNIN [Takes letter and reads] This is dreadful!
ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. What is it? Why don't you tell me?
KARÉNIN. It is dreadful! He's alive, she's a bigamist, and I a criminal! It's a notice from the Examining Magistrate—a summons for Lisa to appear before him.