Ivanoff. This is torture! You are a very bad doctor if you think a man can control himself forever. It is all I can do not to answer your insults.
Lvoff. Look here, whom are you trying to deceive? Throw off this disguise!
Ivanoff. You who are so clever, you think that nothing in the world is easier than to understand me, do you? I married Annie for her money, did I? And when her parents wouldn’t give it to me, I changed my plans, and am now hustling her out of the world so that I may marry another woman, who will bring me what I want? You think so, do you? Oh, how easy and simple it all is! But you are mistaken, doctor; in each one of us there are too many springs, too many wheels and cogs for us to Judge each other by first impressions or by two or three external indications. I cannot understand you, you cannot understand me, and neither of us can understand himself. A man may be a splendid doctor, and at the same time a very bad judge of human nature; you will admit that, unless you are too self-confident.
Lvoff. Do you really think that your character is so mysterious, and that I am too stupid to tell vice from virtue?
Ivanoff. It is clear that we shall never agree, so let me beg you to answer me now without any more preamble: exactly what do you want me to do? [Angrily] What are you after, anyway? And with whom have I the honour of speaking? With my lawyer, or with my wife’s doctor?
Lvoff. I am a doctor, and as such I demand that you change your conduct toward your wife; it is killing her.
Ivanoff. What shall I do? Tell me! If you understand me so much better than I understand myself, for heaven’s sake tell me exactly what to do!
Lvoff. In the first place, don’t be so unguarded in your behaviour.
