LIPA
He is black all through. You had better keep away from him, Vassya. You don't know whom you are pitying. You are too young. I am his sister. I love him, but if he is killed, it will be a benefit to the whole world. You don't know what he wanted to do. The very thought of it is terrible. He is a madman, Vassya, a fearful lunatic. Or else he is—I don't know what.
FRIAR (waving his hand)
You needn't tell me all that. I know. Of course I know. Don't I see? But I am sorry for him all the same, and I am disgusted too. Why did he do it? Why? What stupid things people will do! Oh, my!
LIPA
I have only one hope—that he has understood at last. But if—
FRIAR
Well, what's the "if"?
LIPA
Oh, nothing, but—When he came here, it was as if a cloud had passed across the sun.