"What do you mean 'gentlemen friends?'"
"Oh, uncle, we are actresses, you know. Didn't you yourself suggest that I purify myself?"
"I don't like it when you speak that way."
"What can you do? Whether you like it or not, you can't undo what has been done. According to you, God is in that, too."
"Don't blaspheme at least. You may say anything you want, but don't blaspheme. I won't stand for it. Where did you send the money to?"
"I don't remember. To a little town of some sort. He wrote us the name."
"I didn't know. If there was money, I should have gotten it after his death. It is not possible that he spent it all at once. Well, I don't know, I didn't get any. I suppose the jailers and guards were on to it."
"I'm not asking for it, uncle. I just mentioned it while we were on the subject. It's awful, uncle, for a man to perish on account of three thousand rubles."
"It wasn't all on account of the three thousand. Haven't you something else to say than to keep on repeating 'three thousand, three thousand?' But God——"
Yudushka had got his cue and was about to explain in detail how God—Providence—by unseen ways—and all that, but Anninka unceremoniously yawned and said: