Vasil. [Tears sheet from tablet, folds it and puts it into his pocket] No. It's as safe as any piece of paper.
Vera. Adrian won't like it. He says your mind must be free from—all that. Free for what, Vasil? We want to be free only to do things.
Vasil. [Laying his hand on his book] For this,—and this [softly touching his violin],—and this. [Lifting his pen]
Vera. O, what a slave! You will have three masters. I want to be free too, but not for such things. I want to make Sasha happy.
Vasil. A woman's freedom. Free to wear fetters. Have you seen him to-day?
Vera. No, but——
Vasil. What? And the sun so high?
Vera. I am waiting for him now. I shall tease him about the great man who fell in love with me at the bazaar.
Vasil. Who was it wanted to make Sasha happy?
Vera., He ought to be glad that such a splendid officer even looked at me!