Unhappy Russia! No serf ever wore such chains
As gall our Emperor these sad days.
He dare trust no man.
She. All men are so false.
He. Spare one, Pauline Pavlovna.
She. No! all, all!
I think there is no truth left in the world,
In man or woman.
Once were noble souls.—
Count Sergius, is Nastasia here to-night?