"Is that the boy?" asked Masha.
"Yes."
"Crying?"
"Yes."
"Is he frightened?"
"No. I think—he's sorry."
"For what?"
"For you."
"Ah—the boy!" said Masha, indifferently; but her lifeless face did not move. Then she began to drink her tea, but her hands shook so that the saucer rattled against her teeth. Ilya looked on and wondered—was he sorry for Masha—or not? But his heart was heavy, and he thought of her husband with hatred.
"What will you do?" he asked after a long pause.