Anfisa Pavlovna can see for herself that I'm speaking the truth. Fedia breaks into piercing wails and begins sobbing. He never lets us have our dinner in peace. She points to her throat and, putting her handkerchief to her eyes, leaves the dining-room. She has been too gently handled, Anfisa Pavlovna, and that's why she doesn't like to hear the truth.
Several minutes elapse in silence.
Jilin catches sight of the dinner-plates and notices that the soup has not been touched. He sighs deeply and glares at the flushed and agitated face of the governess. I see, you don't like the truth either. Forgive me, but it is my nature never to be hypocritical. I always hit straight from the shoulder.