IVÁN PETRÓVICH. Counsel are still speaking, but this fellow won't let me in.
USHER. Don't make a noise here! This is not a public-house!
Applause. The doors open. Lawyers, and the public—men and women—come out.
A LADY. Splendid! He really moved me to tears.
OFFICER. It's better than any novel. Only I don't understand how she could love him so. Dreadful object!
The other door opens. The accused come out: first Lisa, then Karénin. They pass along the corridor. Fédya follows alone.
LADY. Hush—here he is! Look how excited he seems!
Lady and Officer pass on.
FÉDYA [approaches Iván Petróvich] Have you brought it?
IVÁN PETRÓVICH. Here it is. [Hands Fédya something].