(Leoníd Fédorovich takes the pen and goes out. Tánya raps, plays on the guitar and accordion, and again creeps under the sofa. Leoníd Fédorovich returns. Semén stretches himself and coughs.)
Leoníd Fédorovich. He is waking up. May I light the candles?
Professor (hurriedly). Doctor, doctor, if you please, the temperature and pulse! You will see that there will prove to be a rise.
Leoníd Fédorovich (lights the candles). Well, unbelievers?
Doctor (going up to Semén and putting the thermometer into his mouth). Well, my good fellow? Have you slept well? Put this in your mouth, and let me have your hand! (Looks at his watch.)
Sakhátov (shrugging his shoulders). I can affirm that the medium did not do any of these things. But the thread? I should like to have an explanation of the thread.
Leoníd Fédorovich. The thread, the thread! There were more serious phenomena than that!
Sakhátov. I do not know. But, in any case, je réserve mon opinion.
Stout Lady (to Sakhátov). How can you say: Je réserve mon opinion? And what about the baby with the wings? Did you not see him? At first I thought I was only dreaming; but later it was as clear, as clear, as though he were alive—
Sakhátov. I can speak only of what I have seen. I did not see that, I did not.
Stout Lady. Well! It was so plain. On the left side the monk in black attire leaned down over him—
Sakhátov (walking away). What exaggeration!
Stout Lady (turning to the Doctor). You must have seen it. He rose on your side. (Doctor, paying no attention to her, continues to count the pulse.)
Stout Lady (to Grossmann). And there was a light
