fight with you, but even to talk to you! Monsieur Ivanoff, however, can receive satisfaction from me whenever he chooses!
Shabelski. Sir, I shall fight you!
Sasha. [To Lvoff] Why, oh why, have you insulted him? Gentlemen, I beg you, let him tell me why he has insulted him.
Lvoff. Miss Sasha, I have not insulted him without cause. I came here as a man of honour, to open your eyes, and I beg you to listen to what I have to tell you.
Sasha. What can you possibly have to tell me? That you are a man of honour? The whole world knows it. You had better tell me on your honour whether you understand what you have done or not. You have come in here as a man of honour and have insulted him so terribly that you have nearly killed me. When you used to follow him like a shadow and almost keep him from living, you were convinced that you were doing your duty and that you were acting like a man of honour. When you interfered in his private affairs, maligned him and criticised him; when you sent me and whomever else you could, anonymous letters, you imagined yourself to be an honourable man! And, thinking that that too was honourable, you, a doctor, did not even spare his dying wife or give her a moment’s peace from your suspicions. And no matter what violence, what cruel wrong you committed, you still imagined yourself to be an unusually honourable and clear-sighted man.
Ivanoff. [Laughing] This is not a wedding, but a parliament! Bravo! Bravo!
Sasha. [To Lvoff] Now, think it over! Do you see what sort of a man you are, or not? Oh, the stupid, heartless people! [Takes Ivanoff by the hand] Come away from here, Nicholas! Come, father, let us go!
